It’s Still Up

[Intro]
(Ay Ecko turn it up)
Yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Verse]
Fuck 2's, fuck 3z, fuck 4's
Make it personal, might hit his baby momma in the dome
Fuck 5, fuck 6, fuck the 7 and the 8
Fuck they dead, my brother know his youngin' oppositionK
Yeah I'm that young nigga, hoppin' out
Make niggas calm it down
I speak on it 'cuz that's our score, the homies walked him down
Can't speak on it, but he gon' die for havin' potty mouth
I'm 17 and now they seen all different typa rounds
I'm sittin' down so if he need 'em touched then I'm gon' do it
A nigga rock the skeezy out like he Arab or Jewish
He tried to slide and he got popped for tryna dodge the bullet
Asked where you from and you said "What?" bitch why you actin' stupid
Ay, walk through, I stepped in some shit, gettin' through they shit
Tired of niggas, poppin' it on live, let's get through the brick
Why you niggas, actin' like ya'll gangster, you ain't got no skits
Me and bro, get through now, we gon' throw a fit
Know I'm mad casing every gang, nigga fuck you mean
Why you tryna funk with the Gz, you ain't got no cheese
I done pushed up on a nigga, forgot to drop my ski
Slidin' with lil Leebo from the 3's 'cuz he got a B
Brother he did crazy with the blick, yeah he a maniac
And my niggas pushing up in gear, we the Men in Black
Ain't know he was 3z but now I'm on him 'cuz I seen his tat
I'm Squeezing on my opps, after this we finna get through Smack