Addy’s

[Intro]
You fuckin' with me
Better not fuckin' with me
Go

[Verse]
I got shot the hood was hot
I could not tell the gang lay low
Empty 4 or four-fifth high notes sing to 'em that's that J-Lo
I know they know that a draco come with no stock on the back of it
Actually it's the stats of it, it's long but it ain't accurate
Want smoke I got the weed who I won't blow just puff puff and pass the bitch
Don't suck it up then suck it up this smoke will get you cancer quick
(fa-fa-fa-fa-fa)
Then I just tell you share it with the clique
Stupid bitch I wasn't even inhaling the judge made me quit
I hated football when I was small but loved to pick up sticks
And pick up one and pick you off, I'm Randy Moss I'm Brady
When I, quarterback the bullet out the weapon you go deep and catch it
I'm praying you gain all them receiving yards without an interception
In your section, shotgun and opp hunting, fuck a turnover
I'm Doeboy when that Q went and got that drop top like turnover
Glock no holster I'd make it know you
Clap K with the shoulder strap
I'd swang this bitch and take off running with it once I know you're clapped
Them niggas all cap they ain't gon' clap with lives depending on it, pussy ass
Ain't gon' clap front row seats until the ceremony
Clip long but the barrel on it short as a mosquito dick
Walk up, Glock up, then leave the shit
I'm starting point they on the bench
Who gon’ do the guarding when I go to Paul George and crossing over
Shooting long burn 'em with the George Foreman
I've been warning niggas first squeeze and it blow on them
Lance Stephenson
Up there nobody reaching and skrt-skrt, we stole a Jeep in it
We in the streets with it frequently keeping it in arm reach
A Huncho with the shooters remember Cad and Hoolah dorm deep
I'd be by the backdoor mojo smoking with tobacco
Me and my lil sons Meezy recruited the toughest ones
So, soon as we make gun we buying guns what they going for
Blow a 10 I can't go no more
Shell catch 'em might (?)
On the low I've been in the streets, in the streets like some concrete
Tender beef when I’m squeezing heat
And chop your street with TEC
Or should I say Lou Wop nigga
I just bought a new Glock
This bitch too hot I’m applying pressure
I told her even though it’s stolen come from a detective stay two houses down
My little round, stole it and I blessed it
The streets gon’ say I finessed them because I gave ‘em 30 dollars and some Hi-Tech
A brand new Glock that ain’t never been shot yet
I might just post up on my set in the projects with a seated circling
Put the murder gang down so you can’t hang around (facts!)
MAC in the back of the lack we just hijacked this bitch from up the street
They gon' wish they ain't fuck with me 3 round burst of that .223 (like ugh!)
When I let the bitch off get a nigga picked off like stealing food
Suit up, hop out, Glock up, put a slow leak in his intertube
We with the moves W.A.F.B. that boy
My son blew that pipe in broad day like I ain't see that boy (ooh)
We been goin' hard, in the field like Nelly and 'em on the Longest Yard
I got that steel (come here!)
You ain't from here you best tote your gun here everytime you come
Springfield, this gun here named after where the Simpsons from
Curtis Jackson on the drop nigga this that 50 shot
And speaking of Curtis I got that tough love that 50 got
On the front of Get Rich or Die Tryin'
So I'ma get rich out here and die tryin', iron flyin'
Kobe Bryant back in the day in his face I gave him 8
Hot ass K, a warrior I ain't talkin' Golden State
I've been watching Prison Break I might go get my son and 'em out
I just need a couple more straps another map and a new route
Fuck who guarding hit the target main artery is penetrated
This prison has innovated get son and them and we escaping (like gone!)
We forever tough long assault rifle get it on clip long as a giraffe neck
I say they can run they hide them opps we go and find
If them niggas ain't been clapped yet on gang