One, two, three

I bring the crips out when I'm in town
When they first see my curls niggas trip out
You ain't never seen somebody like me
Real gangster in the 2018
With my Glock nine 'cause the whole city on fire
Shouts out to the independent livin' one time
Shouts out to my niggas in the hood gettin' paper
Keeping it gangster and ain't doing no hatin'
Keeping a chopper 'cause the set been crazy
Driving in foreigns but we treat 'em like scrapers
Nobody knows all the trouble I done seen
Nobody wrote when I was sittin' in the pen
I broke rules, so I follow 'em now
I got a reputation, I ain't followin' clowns
This industry can suck my dick
You won't never get me to be a fuck nigga

We feel what's real, you ain't gotta tell me, I can feel what it is
And we gon' know if you a bitch, soon as you open your lips, uh
We feel what's real, you ain't gotta tell me, I can feel what it is
And we gon' know if you a bitch, soon as you open your lips

All the big bloody shit go brazy
Turn this thing up lil bitch go mainy
Know I'm turning corners with this fat ass yankee
Blessed him with a slab, you can have that, Annie
Told germinati he can have that drakey
For this Rollie that I want I'ma need like eighty
Tore them corners up with that rerock baby
GSR on my G-Shock baby, remember that?
Lost some real niggas, just wish I could get 'em back
Fuckin' with them suckers, you know we ain't feeling that, facts
I don't fuck with lil' bruh 'cause he a rat
Last gang war cost 30K, flat
You ain't gon' body, if you ain't doublin' back
You ain't gon' body, if you ain't doublin' back
How you sign for it and then fumble the pack?
Nigga, you know where we at with it, pull up to the trap with it

We feel what's real, you ain't gotta tell me, I can feel what it is
And we gon' know if you a bitch, soon as you open your lips, uh
We feel what's real, you ain't gotta tell me, I can feel what it is
And we gon' know if you a bitch, soon as you open your lips

We feel what's real, you ain't gotta tell me, I can feel what it is
And we gon' know if you a bitch, soon as you open your lips, uh
We feel what's real, you ain't gotta tell me, I can feel what it is
And we gon' know if you a bitch, soon as you open your lips

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Writer(s): Jeremy Nash