Ghetto Birds N Thugs

[Intro]
That's if you not in the life, but if you in the streets, everybody across the country in the streets know what going on in the streets
Bop bop bop bop bop bop, we out there in Daygo 'n' shit
We live, SD, California, we on the map, nigga, don't act like you don't know

[Verse]
Ay, look it
Where I'm from the ghetto bird chase thugs, but they get away
Get street love, hardbody and straight laced
I was round real killas before they caught their case
And still be around them ones that got away
Man, cold game, it was a cold case, but that's my bro, mane
And we don't do the fake trippin', we gеt up on thangs
Ain't really built like that, fuck what his song say
Got kush, pills and cocaine likе I'm RJ
Got on muscle [?] and we ain't talking lifting weights
Follow program or get lined up, and fall in place
She know I'm him, I'm the one like hardaway
I hit first then made a movie like I'm Ray J
What's up with it, P? Ay, can't you see?
They try to bully everybody, but ain't fuckin' with me
They know pretty simple, that P - I ain't coming in peace
They start trippin', I get with it and start flippin' the scene

Man, basically a youngin out here poppin' so they hating me
Keep that [draco] on me, boy, think you fadin' me?
I ain't a pup, I'm a pitbull, homie, majorly
Home run hits up outta town like the major leagues
Speak on the team, you know it's problems when you facing me
Buck fifties and buckshots, ay can you hang with 'em?
Beg bitches for pussy, man you damn near rapin' em
They be throwin' that shit at me, I don't even be takin' it
They be fakin' it, ay but it is what it is
And you sliding with some fools with the shit, look
And they'll do anything for they rep
If they don't say it with they chest, then they talking out they neck
Can't respect that, push up on him, see where his head at
Go head and pocket check him like, homie, see where his bread at
Bet we pull up on him and shoot it to him like we FedEx
And I be in that bitch head like a headache

All gas, no brake, homie
I'll pump your brakes, homie
Come to yo' face, homie
What you gon' say, homie?
Stay in your lane, homie
I ain't with the playin', homie
Don't do the old or new friends, 'cause fools change on you
If I don't got no change on me
Imma take your chain, homie
You actin' like a bitch
Always trynna explain, homie
Still in these streets, like fuck this li'l fame, homie
And if you trippin', I'm trippin', it ain't a thang to me