4 You

BH, flamers

Ya you, you bitch ass nigga

You know how we do

Blood gang sucker

This is where the game stops

When my hammer to your head and that chain pop

I had them carry you to bed when that thing chopped

Flame chopped brains dropped on the same block

Where your mains watched

Them niggas pussies, I catch them in the same spot

Different day, same Glock

Sunny weather, rain shots

We live by the day, run with metal sling shots

Arm ready fire squeeze make his whole body freeze

How many niggas down to ride I want to know

When this time to catch that body who gon' say they want to go

Matter fact, I don't care put that 40 on my belt

On the mission for that man 'til I turn him into dust

What, I flow haze burning in the dust

You more like regular burning in a blunt

I'm hotter than I ever was burning what I want

Any track come on, every single one

Now back to that real shit how niggas get done

Dirty in the field, that's why its thirty in there still

All I really need me is a birdy and a wheel

Quick fast sell four shit, stash in the door shit

Super dirty cops come, gas to the floor shit

Double pipe, [?] flash like a [?]

Blood gang who we are, y'all niggas bullshit

We live upon money murder, robin' extortion

Riding and torching, anything that's in the way

Going through it blowing on I could die any day

But I ride any way, this is that crack music

Can't feel my face what he say wind it back music