[Verse 1: Mad North]
I never thought i'll start up back up on this music shit
But all my niggas is beggin' a gangsta for the view of it
80 crip nigga we get crackin' on some stupid shit
Leave a napp nigga clueless we ain't got nothin' to do with it
Notorious so you know i'm from that Norfside, gangslide, shooting hoes down right on your side
Three tray stars gang deep and we gon' ride
[???] Eight Tray that's that gun squad
Nigga want the issue we gon' turn into that [???]
Knock-a-nigga down guaranteed that's a done job
I'm Eight Tray we gon' let it spray like a drumline
Eight Tray city, napp K so you gon die
But if she shaking that ass go ahead and shake it
If she got some dollas we can break her
Hit the Forum West my nigga's gon' get some pour soon
Now she hit the Norf and my nigga's making [???]
But if she shaking that ass go ahead and shake it
If she got some dollas we can break her
Seen your pretty ass soon as you came through the door
So I had to let her know bitch this Fly Gangstas Only
[Hook]
Who you with bitch?
Who you with bitch?
Who you with bitch?
Fly Gangstas Only we the shit
Who you with bitch?
Fly Gangstas Only we the shit
Who you with bitch?
Fly Gangstas Only we the shit
Who you with bitch?
Who you with bitch?
Who you with bitch?
Fly Gangstas Only we the shit
Who you with bitch?
Fly Gangstas Only we the shit
Who you with bitch?
Fly Gangstas Only we the shit
[Verse 2: Hopout]
Aye bitch it's hopout young nigga that go H.A.M
Bitch run laps, she can follow the program
Mr. Take yo shit I be kicking them doors down
Always keep a gun cause' these niggas is boo now
Manchester music this that shit that you slide to
If you feeling active little nigga then slide through
Bring your little homie if his ass wanna die too
Westside IFG and this is nine-deuce
Mr. Murder all your homies ok ok H-O
I got a spanish bitch i'll gurb her daddy for his pesos
Niggas claim the gang but on the hood they got no say so
Big face Gurber nigga a big face breaker
What the fuck a bitch means she ain't running [???}
Probably change your bitch's mind when i'm all up in her coochie
Run out the door little hoe
We blew strips at your groupie
Family Gang we in this thang bustin' shots at the hoe