Gang Baby

(Ayo, Jimmy got the sauce boy) (JR, you trippin') Dirty cut, I get caught with it State Property Gang baby I was locked down up in late Providence Fresh out the pen Layin' in that pen You could ride to this Real gas smoked Them niggas know they hide from this I went the whole Shabel We been on they trail Bitch you better not tell I got shit for sale Plus I got some shit that'll ring your bell Say it won't never fail That package that I sent said handle with care Put that on the scale Need a whole bunch of tape to wrap a bale Uh, f*ck that shit F*ck that shit, I'm on now I'll have them niggas out'chea Watch it, 'cause I'm on now They heard I got that dose So now they tapping phones now They see that paper so they won't leave me alone now F*ck it though F*ck the Feds I'ma be the one that's gon' kick down yo' door You can't hear me when I'm creepin' 'Cause I'm on my tippy toes This .40 leave you stiffer than a photo All we inhale is gun smoke Watch action from the front row (yeah) I'ma hop out in the party I'ma kill you and yo' kinfolk I leave a nigga down And leave 'em red like some Hot Cheetos And if you speak on me Don't give a f*ck if you my people I'ma roll a nigga up like I was rollin' up a taco F*ck it, hop out, make them Glocks go And bitch the choppa got a stock hole No serial code but I pull up in a lockout Punish 'em I hit 'em up like I was Tupac, dog Trigger finger itchin' to squeeze And it's gon' f*ck it up (uh) Okay, P, wildin' with them straps, yeah I'm back, yeah Don't give a f*ck 'bout what you say Because I know that it's all cap I run it up a couple laps, yeah I spin the block too many times And f*ck that shit, youngin' I might just double back, yeah (okay) Bing-bong Bullets hittin' everywhere it ricochet I'm a menace to society I'm hated by the ministry Okay them bullets burn I just sent it to 'em Let that nigga bake He can never say he never saw it coming Put it in his face My gun been tryna f*ck with somethin' Just let the cutter cut I can't leave without it It come in handy like Kobe in the clutch Don't be afraid to jump right in Nigga this ain't no double-dutch Where I'm from we was trained to kill Who want war with us? Whole lot of red rum for me Sip it 'til its done A lot of bodies is what you gon' see Bullets bigger than my thumb Don't make me have to clap this bitch Make sure that the job is done Can't let you double back on me I only got to do it once Bitch, it's up Bitch, you know it's done Bitch, you know it's up I ain't gotta say no words Once you move they leave you stuck Leave your body on the curb Speakin' out your top you must got nuts No, we ain't trippin' we gon' swerve I don't give a f*ck make your tail tuck