We been sittin' on this
n***a crib since, Tucson
Bro don't want no money,
all he want do is shoot somethin'
All them gangsta rats ain't gon' work,
you gotta do somethin'
I know he a trap man in the flesh,
that's why I do somethin'
Bumped you on the run,
he can't fly, we on the road
Never pullin' over,
they gon' have to catch us,
cause we pulled
Swear to God, I could've cried
when I heard my n***a told
Chasing down,
that's what happened,
ain't time a n***a drove
I be fucking n***a's bitches,
we be finger -fucking switchers
All my n****s booked,
know that I ain't coming up to visit
I ain't fucking date my lil' n***a,
spinning like fidgets
Walking with a drink,
it look like baby trying to the midget
Fully glocked on my ringtone,
we don't go back and forth
This ain't ping pong, G -Jump,
I'll gang to my theme song
Ten toes, I ain't had no
n***a I could lean on
All I know is go run up that pavement,
put my team on
He a real stepper,
I make sure he got sneaks
Bouncin' out, I seen too many niggas
die over tweets
Trackhawk, Rubicon,
we pull up back -to -back jeeps
Every time it's time to go,
get in that wheel, we got seats
He a certified bouncer,
but he still got grind
He a certified bouncer,
all of us the same kind
He a certified bouncer,
cold killer in the line
Certified bouncer,
why the whole mob got blind?
They got all my lil' niggas jellin'
and I want them home
Niggas want it, buy these lil' mirrors,
shut it, you want phone
When you come and take it,
who you tell you that we want alone?
Gave him weed,
even though he told me
that he wanted stones
I'm the n***a turn an
old dog to an ace
Cold trapper, but he still a hitter,
n***a in his face
Hold it, let it roll,
nowadays you ain't got pace
Catch a body, break it down,
that shit impossible to trace
Real mind member,
I'ma be a legend if I make it out
Fully drinks a n***a,
gon' die if we take it out
I feel like he faking,
let my lil' brother snake him out
If they don't free Lil' Sue,
I fuck around and try to break him out
Don't feed it to no bitch
about who really in them V's
For the holiday I might go
buy all of my niggas skis
I don't pop no Percocet,
I got a pocket full of E's
Whole lot of B's,
don't none of my niggas got degrees
He a real stepper,
I make sure he got sneaks
Bouncin' out, I seen too many niggas
die over tweets
Track hard, Rubicon,
we pull up back -to -back G's
Every time it's time to
go get in that wheel,
we got seats
He a certified bouncer,
but he still got grind
He a certified bouncer,
all of us the same kind
You a certified bouncer,
cold killer in the line
Certified bouncer,
why the whole mob got blind?
Certified bouncer,
lil bro real stuffin'
Certified bouncer,
got your body feel better
Certified bouncer,
even tickets still stretchin'
Certified bouncer, let em run,
we still catchin'
Certified bouncer, lil bro real stuffin'
Certified bouncer,
got your body feel better
Certified bouncer,
even tickets still stretchin'
Certified bouncer, let em run,
we still catchin'
