Talk 2 em

GankSquad Uptown You hear me nigga Let me talk to em Talk to him then bankroll Bitch ass niggas on my dick they wanna hate We shootin' down them burg, 28's watch em skate A nigga eatin' good, man you see what's on my plate Only f*ck with four niggas, all these other niggas fake Word around town, heard niggas at bra They let a nigga out, now they really fucked up Shooters with them rugers, have my Goonies at your house Never get my hands dirty have my killers bring them out Bands on your head, better hit the highway Cause your ass on sale like Black Friday I walk it how I talk it and I get it how I live it It's just me and my nine, I don't need no codefendant My niggas get them ready then I come and get them jetty Got the trash bag money, talkin' bout that hefty hefty Off one phone call, man I make more than your daddy That's that Uptown shit, Route four, free lil Natti And free lil Johnny, vell, Kobe, and aonnie I'm on the paper chase until the feds can find me Mr. Ralph Lauren, man polo might try to fine me I'm a trill young savage, lil webbie might try to sign me Chopper, how you runnin', like you at a track meet Up pipe on your ass, I can hear your heart beat Niggas talkin' ra-ra, but not really in the streets You feelin' foggy, nigga leap', and end up at the house of wheat Don't come to RP, I got killers that go crazy Wes, Darion, Lil' Trey and P-Baby Lil' Dave gon' shoot, Lil' Chris gon' shoot My cousin Tay gon' shoot, Pluto' Crave gon' shoot Niggas gettin' hectic, young niggas we livin' reckless Cut yo fingers off, send your momma the Christmas presents Sneak dissin' for attention, man, you don't know what I'm bout You keep sayin' my name, I'm rip your tongue out your mouth Lil' mikey from the six, got me fuckin' with the gank We on that other shit, f*ck around and hit a bank 40 with the scope, I'm strapped up, you think I ain't I'm fresh up out the juvie, a lil nigga bout to hank And if you got some bands, then nigga, I need that I'm hungry for that money, broke nigga, can't be that First warning shot, goin' to your kneecap Second warning shot, I'm shootin' where you bleed at Motherfucker, and that's more where that came from Who a pussy in our clique, nigga, name one Young boss, straight thorough, boy, it ain't one Uptown, can't forget where I came from