Made Niggas

[Intro: Young Slo-Be]
Drac', on my momma, it was a known chop
Get jiggy then I pass it to a pole popper (Alley-oop)
N****, ouwee, aye, aye, aye, aye

[Verse 1: Young Slo-Be]
Seventh Street, n****, I'm a made n**** (It's the gang)
N***** PC then act hard, I'm amazed, n**** (Mmm, Elii)
Don't let this rap shit pump your head like you a grave digger
I'm just hoppin' off the porch, n**** (Off that porch, n****)
I'm just hoppin' in that Porsche, n****
Like, "Go, best friend" (Go, go)
The homie stripped your ass 'cause you a dork, n**** (Give me that, n****)
Like, "Go, best friend"
Fifty shots, 22 sticks, they want no problems
Put a switch, make it frrt-frrt, make it shoot [?]
All I do is play this dumb bitch and make her hate Stockton

[Verse 2: 5Much & EkillaOffDaBlock]
Look
Oppa caught me slippin', can't rеspect that
In the spaceship, good gas, this a jеtpack
Face tats and these neck tats, I'll rep that (Gang, gang)
Play with me then you'll get laid to sleep, you know I'll step up on you
Creepin' on your block with a good chop, you know I'll step up on you
Young n****, he like 13, he keep a weapon on him
White tee, jeans from [?] but I'm from Balifornia
I told my shotta that I got his back and he don't owe me nothing
Momma, I'm a fiend, I need the lean not the Robitussin
Know I put my pain all in these beats 'cause I'm destined for something
I got homies in the grave, I ain't trust you for nothing
That's why I'm shookin' niggas' block with the ah-ah-ah
I put a switchy on my frrt and it go rra-ta-ta
You make a move and you'll get stretched all on these battle lines
I'm tryna leave a nigga stank, I'm on that kind of time (Man)

[Verse 3: EkillaOffDaBlock]
I'm finna rock out to the neck with Glocky on my side
Can't take lil brodie out in public, my lil partner slime
If he see opp he let it blow, just know it's time to shine
Don't go to school, don't got no job, just tryna up the crime (Crime)
Get some money, get bust down, goin' for the time
Ain't goin' back to bein' broke, ain't no more struggle time
Ain't no more stressin' goin' on, my momma livin' fine
Ain't no more stressin' goin' on, my momma livin' fine

[Verse 4: P4K & Top5ive]
That's that switch, n****
Don't you switch, n****
And you mad about that bitch, n****
We gon' serve 'em every time we go on hits, n****
And it get bold up out in that bounty, you gon' bend or fold
Take a life sentence for this shit, n****
The type of shit we facin' you would've been told
Or folded in this bitch, n****
Yeah, he still mad about that bitch, n****?
Damn, blood ain't never took a loss (Jays)
Y'all stand grounds when we around 'cause we make bodies fall (Jays)
Fuck his main bitch and made her get me off

[Verse 5: Top5ive]
We know them n***** ain't on shit, you n***** not involved (You n***** not involved)
I know he mad, I fucked his bitch, he said he pissed off (He said he pissed off)
Hold it with two hands and keep your stance 'cause it got kickback ('Cause it got kickback)
Brodie need them bands and he ain't leavin' 'til his lick back (Jays)
Words slurred, every sip, it got me movin' slow (It got me movin' slow)
Sippin' on this pour and grippin' pole
Break the code, you know the rules, you just a hoe
They say the real know the real
And all the fake know the fake, that's why these n***** can't relate (Jays)