Fuck it, I'ma keep that bitch natural, niggas know what we do Slatt (questionizer, I like this beat) I say I'm a fuckin' hooligan, but I be tryna keep the peace It ain't shit to jump back in the field, big bro'll pass me some cleats Goofy bitch talkin' 'bout we rich I asked her: Who the fuck is we? Girl, this shit for my OGs and all the guys who step for me Ayy lil boy, don't front your move 'cause your ass might just rest in peace Keep it cool while you in school 'cause niggas die for testin' me I'm not candy, ain't shit sweet Y'all got me hollerin': Who want beef? Boom-boom-boom, we outside, knock on that door like Treat-Or-Treat You niggas look up to me, I teach y'all everything y'all know You ain't street, you is a bitch and all yo' peoples move like hoes I ain't going for none of that shit, if you think I am, then your ass slow I ain't no rapper, I'll still spank that ass, I'm not your average Joe All that fighting shit is dead, you throw a punch, get turned to Runtz Get the fuck out the way, move bitch I don't wanna talk, I'm on a hunt In the same year, two niggas got hit up, same month So don't lack, before your ass end up in the same blunt Pockets fat, the gang lit I'm still on that gang shit Fourth quarter, game six Last second, I made a hit Quick to blow you, better not cough Get your ho, she tryna talk She tryna get dipped in the sauce Fuck the bros, then meet the boss Pockets fat, the gang lit I'm still on that gang shit Fourth quarter, game six Last second, I made a hit Quick to blow you, better not cough Get your ho, she tryna talk She tryna get dipped in the sauce Slurp the bros, then meet the boss These niggas ain't fucking with me, but I know that they trying Don't nobody mind they business, that's why all these niggas dyin' I am just a cool ass dude, stop me when I lie Girl, you better not spill shit on my jacket, bitch I'm super fly Making money, making racks Spent it all and make it back Girl I bought you all that ass, please don't make me take it back I do not trust y'all that's why I'm always mugging (RAMBO, RAMBO) Ho say that I'm thuggin' but this just that gangster loving Nigga, this ain't nothing new If I cannot get to you, I pull up to your mama house and raise her motherfucking roof I get shit hurt, I don't care 'bout what you heard Nigga saying I'm a bitch just 'cause I was in the burbs With my gang friends yelling: Gang gang (gang gang) I'm Joe Jackson, I'm gon make that thing sing I was with my gang friends yelling: Gang gang (gang gang) If you gangbang we on the same page, nigga Pockets fat, the gang lit I'm still on that gang shit Fourth quarter, game six Last second, I made a hit Quick to blow you, better not cough Get your ho, she tryna talk She tryna get dipped in the sauce Fuck the bros then meet the boss Pockets fat, the gang lit I'm still on that gang shit Fourth quarter, game six Last second, I made a hit Quick to blow you, better not cough Get your ho, she tryna talk She tryna get dipped in the sauce Fuck the bros then meet the boss