Gucci Snakes

[Intro:]

"2 secs? Aight."

[Verse 1:]

U.S.G never getting gunned down
Pull up on the block now and see a man down, get down
It’s going down now in your hometown
We keep it unexpected when we come around
Unload my clip, this place become a ghost town
I’m the king and I pulled up now, gunna claim my crown now
How many bodies hit the floor?
Not one, not two, not three, not four
U.S.G always in a state of war but what for?
We got gats galore and fuck cats and whores
We do this every week, we never get bored
Shoot ya in your face, it’s an encore
Stay the fuck indoors and don’t open your door
We’ll shoot ya if you’re from Singapore or Ecuador
It’s a fucking beat down turn this fucking beat down
This is our block now
Every single day we walk a new block
Pull up in your hood and watch you do the catwalk
So many shots I thought this was Iraq
This is the U.S.G muthafucka we rock
Split your wig down the middle, like a fucking mohawk
Your dead now, we can’t hear you sleep talk

[Interlude 1:]

"Gucci Snakes, written by Nz, produced by Lavish Jax
"New fucking song on this fucking beat. y'all already know
[Verse 2:]

The name’s Nz, I got a lotta enemies
Pull up in the hood and chicks start eyeing me
Step up to me and I’ll kill your whole family tree
You can’t be an escapee to the reality, yes actually
You act tough in your hood but you’re just a wannabe
When we come, you don’t hesitate to flee
Those that stay get shot up like D-Day
Oh and by the way, you better obey to whatever we say
Taking you back to your school days
You’re gunna be our bitches, I guarantee
We harness a lotta energy through our inner-g
I’m fly like Hawking working twos Jobs
Life ain’t ever gunna even Steven
God damn you’re never gunna be ready eddy
When we come up to your face and hit you with the mace
When the clips rain, I’ll see you tryta race
Grab your chick and take her to third base
Establish a new base for the Undershirt Gang
On your old block is where we’re gunna hang, muhfucka