I'll be your
motherfuckin' hell if I cheat
Freakin' up on the freaks,
clockin' G's with my G's
Hittin' switches on D's, a perfectionist
One of a kind in my crack,
disrespect me or my crew
So I put my dick on a blast,
I'm the fast lane
I love to live my life without greed,
smoking hel la pounds of weed
When I'm smoking Hennessy,
bitches and crowds surround me
Tryna fuck,
because I have money and fame
And have my dick in this game,
two of my homies, I'm
the same
Motherfucker on the same block
Between Normandy and We ston,
where the Chevy's hop
With 30 hoes in they ass,
and all the dealers said they rocks
You get your life taken away,
if you run away from the cops
I represent the folk the best side
My side where I slide,
and my six line produce wild
The capital doubles the coke,
as I make another toast
If your Chevy ain't hitting enough,
hitting enough,
hitting enough, hitting enough
Then kill gang
If your subs ain't banging enough,
banging enough, banging enough,
banging enough
Then kill gang
From these Southern Cali alleys
to the Rio Grande Valley
Fuck all you haters that hope I do badly
Can't take this from me cause
it's all I see
Hustlin' all day for this currency
Till we make it to the top,
this shit won't stop
So fuck all your haters
and them motherfuckin' cops
I'm still on the strip,
makin' six -folds dip
All day, every day,
harbor air, don't trip
We swangin' like this,
we be bangin' like this
Doin' gangsta shit,
got all you Levites pissed
At what we do, we sportin' Dodger blue
This is hella fire music, fool,
I thought you knew
Smokin' sticky green weed,
servin' beans what they need
Dumpin' on your haters,
hopin' all your bitches bleed
I ain't givin' a fuck,
cause my heart's full of greed
Can't stop what I'm doin'
cause I'm here to succeed
If your Chevy ain't hittin' enough,
hittin' enough,
hittin' enough, hittin' enough
Then kill gang
If your subs ain't bangin' enough,
bangin' enough,
bangin' enough, bangin' enough
Then kill gang
Niggas messed around
and got clowned and mo' shit
Nigga the roll call is thick,
now who you gon' get to make hits
Turn like this,
niggas be wheelin' up in the air
Till I burn out my right switch,
right bitch?
The night gets a little wild,
so I'ma style my vest
I ain't with dippin' in the wild,
fuckin' with death
Duck in the West, nigga,
too busy lovin' the sex
Quick to snap the chain
off a motherfuckin' nigga's neck
Dubbin' a pile of S .S.,
clubbin' with a pocket full
of uncashed checks
Havin' fun till my guns have to rip
the fuckin' hair off a nigga's chest
And make a whole fuckin' club shred,
butt -neck
This Rum and Bacardi mixed with Doja,
they made a soldier
Set trip, come from the shoulders,
and check a bitch to do what I told her
Stop running her lips,
smash her gas and dip
If your Chevy ain't hittin' enough,
hittin' enough,
hittin' enough, hittin' enough
Then kill gang
If your subs ain't bangin' enough,
bangin' enough,
bangin' enough, bangin' enough
Then kill gang
If your Chevy ain't hitting enough, hitting enough,
hitting enough, hitting enough, then kill gang.
If your subs ain't banging enough,
banging enough,
banging enough, banging enough,
then kill gang.
Gang. Gang. Gang.
Bye