Is Ya Bang’n’ or What?

Intro: B-Brazy:

What's crackin', Blood, what's crackin', nigga, I don't give a fuck, nigga, we in this mothafucka, bangin', hangin', doin' the same ol' shit we always do, keepin' this shits real as a mothafucka, $1000 bill on the gold Vogue, 5 hoochie (?) tough, you understand it's me, it's gangsta shit, I gives a fuck about what's goin' on around me, I got to give day by day against my prey, nigga, C mothafuckin' K!

Verse 1: B-Brazy:

Now who gon' ride and who gon' die and be a busta or a snitch
'Cause I'm the, first to get that (?) before the Ricket get sticked
It was, wayside first but now I'm miles around
Locked down where the trustees bring you chow
We them niggas that's deep with fat heat
Bustin' out the passenger seat (Ha!)
Shoot a Boovеr from Fig'
From here on down the street (huh), with thе super scope
For the super Locs that be twistin' on 'em super duper hunnid gold spokes
If we bump heads, we pump leads
On our enemies givin' up B while the (?) flee (Uh)
Fake mothafuckas that wanna brawl with the Braze
Two shot Daringer, 10-9 danksta, I'm your dude
I can rap, scrap, blast a nigga, stab up fools
Split a chicken, rob yo' spot or, nigga, run yo' jewels
Oh, you want the gangbanger with the straight L finga?
Yeah we hangin' on Figueroa, bustin', pushin', pickin' whores
You know what they hittin' for, we the Bloods (Uhuh)
Aktive Figueroa thugs, show me love (Woop woop)
Y'all, respect the heat so y'all can run when y'all beat it
Watchin' Braze-a-Daze forever, nigga, DLB'n

Chorus x2:

WOOP WOOP!
Makin' Crabs run for they heat
WOOP WOOP!
Chasin' Crabs across the street
WOOP WOOP!
Nigga is you bangin' or what?
If you ain't bangin' with the Bloods
We ain't givin' a fuck!

Verse 2: Lil' Leak:

Ain't got no job so I hanged out, get banged out
Got niggas from my turf (woop woop), that's on the same route
We smoke bud, drink 40s, say Blood
We can't quit it, I gots to admit it, I'm a thug
Born and raised (huh), Valley behaved, since a kid
Did dirt when I was young and got worser now when I got, big and strong
Now it's on, I'm sippin' Hennessy
And everyday I get drunk and go blast a enemy
In all black, with the strap, lookin' for a pack
And niggas fakin' it so I can twist they wig back
And I hope that them po-po's don't roll
But if they do, I'm goin' for mines, I just got off parole
And I ain't tryna hit the pen again, stuck with a gang o' men
I love to fuck hoes, smoke weed and drink Hen'
Don't hate me because I'm trife
But if you do, then fuck you and yo' mouth
A day in the life of a gangsta

Chorus x2

Verse 3: Green Eyez:

I got flows for days, I bust CK's
Green Eyez got it poppin' from Inglewood, Watts to the J's
As I bells through the woods in my cherry red chucks (Uhuh)
I just don't give a fuck, we be YG's goin' nutz (Ah)
Got niggas on my ass, flue wearin' rags wanna kill me
But in these last days only God can feel me
'Cause he knows I stays strapped with a TEC-9 on my lap
And for every Crab I kill ain't gon' bring Shaky back
But I'mma keep on ridin' 'til I rest in dirt
And I'mma keep on Westsidin', straight puttin' in work
Even my girl sound too brazy for my own kind
And where there be: the Blood (?) you on the Mainline
I'm gon' bang Family Gang to the mothafuckin' end (Woop)
And just to stay calm I stay goin' off that gin
I sense Blood, 'cause it's in my Nation
And when you a real rider, Crab niggas gon' hate you
But you know I ain't trippin', I gots to stay sippin'
In my all burgundy Butlass it's on the 'Shaw, straight dippin'
Through Inglewood 9-deuce, we be soldiers for life (Woop)
And when I die, nigga, I'm gon' die with stripes

Chorus