We don't let bygones be bygones
You know that we tote'n that banger
My bro wanna body he claim one
Nigga talking foul we And1
A nigga run up Nina blam one
And it's a stick up put yo hands up
If the nigga ain't got no fye then the nigga better throw his hands up
All my boys they like apes
They be beastin'
Make one call and they pull-up like pizza
With my dawgs and we don't f*ck with fleas
Make one call and they come off the leash
We gone slide in that whip with no key
Ride with silencers
Keep it lowkey
Tote them sticks and we rock like The Beatles
Got my foot on they neck ain't no breathing yeah
Sam we got one brodie
Got my foot on they neck ain't no breathin'
Long nights had to sleep in the Regal
I been doing this shit for my people
Swear to god if you play ima eat you
Opposition keep thinking they're equal
We ain't sparin' them boys we get even
One shot with a glock have you leanin'
Fried Chicken Pot Pie we gone eat em'
Doin' this shit for my gang and you know we gone bang out
Late nights on the block with them thangs
Now we ride with them thangs out
Now I got me a name now
I don't want no fame now
Yeah bring that bag in and ima pull them racks out
I came from nothing to a lot
Yeah I had to go and scrape it out the pot
Living in the 'partments was too hot
Section8 living stressing me out
I ain't have me a thing now I got me a lot
Came up off a penny
Made it 'to a big knot
All these plays keep calling
You know I can't stop
I'm beating the block 'till I get to the top
I ain't gone neva stop nigga
Yeah I'm just a young nigga out here tryna make a way
You know what I'm saying
Just tryna feed my muhf*ckin' family
I got Lil Sammy wimme and we ain't gone let bygones be bygones
You know what I'm sayin'?
And that's no cap!
We don't let bygones be bygones
You know that we tote'n that banger
My bro wanna body he claim one
Nigga talking foul we And1
A nigga run up Nina blam one
And it's a stick up put yo hands up
If the nigga ain't got no fye then the nigga better throw his hands up
All my boys they like apes
They be beastin'
Make one call and they pull-up like pizza
With my dawgs and we don't f*ck with fleas
Make one call and they come off the leash
We gone slide in that whip with no key
Ride with silencers
Keep it lowkey
Tote them sticks and we rock like The Beatles
Got my foot on they neck ain't no breathing yeah
Sam we got one brodie