Lik Flow 3

[Intro: 24Lik]
Big 24 shit, nigga
Y'all know what the fuck goin' on
Ain't shit change, nigga
Glock still bang, chop still slang, lil' niggas

[Verse: 24Lik]
Boy, your bitch gon' bust down for these blue faces (On the gang)
All white kit and buffs, lil' nigga, who racist? (Nigga, who racist?)
I just bust all in her mouth, she need new braces (Ooh-wee)
We done hit him all in his scalp, get a new taper (Doo-doo-doo-doo)
Niggas must be paralyzed, can't get up and go and make pape' (The fuck?)
My bitch'll take a nigga out, but she don't do dates (Grrah)
I just popped him in my real whip, I need a new plate (I need a new plate)
They said Cali ain't goin' no more, I need a new state (I need a new state)
Bitch, I know how to play my role like Larenz Tate
Had to go and cut my grass low 'cause these niggas snakes
Bitch, you better call in if you see them niggas on the 8
You can really ask Boom, nigga, how them bitches taste
I got two bitches, one a nurse, one in the trenches (Yeah)
Like the Drac' missin' a tooth, boy, this bitch'll get to spittin' (Doo-doo-doo-doo)
I like Percs and bars, but sometimes I do the mixin'
You be in my comments dick suckin', you ain't even from the Mitten
Every nigga with me steppin', bitch, you know we do the killin' (We all steppin')
They put four holes in his head, now that nigga look like Krillin (Doo-doo-doo-doo)
Sent his ass to the birds, now that lil' boy a pigeon (Hah)
Had to hit that because I heard she got a lot of cakes (Ooh-wee)
Like summer school classes, boy, I got a lot of pape'
I'll pull up with my big squad and drop a lot of apes
This bitch'll make you light-headed, you ain't gotta vape
When these bitches roll out, you better bounce, don't even try to skate (Get it?)
Bitch, I'm smokin' Med Men, don't hit my line if it ain't 'bout band-bands
I'm rollin' off them Xan-Xans, don't even try it, I'ma blam-blam (Rollin')
So many shots just let off, it got the neighbors like, "Goddamn"
It got the neighbors like, "Goddamn"
PUA over, it's time to go back to the real scammin' (Ooh)
Call my gifties peanut butter, 'cause these bitches still jammin' (Bing)
Unc' down the way with dog and his line still slammin' (Rrr)
Hit his ass with .223s, now that nigga hairline slantin' (Hah)
Suppressor on the Glock, this bitch sound like a pussy fart
Brand new whips, all our shit be push-to-start (Skrrt, skrrt)
Come take a look in our trap, this bitch like a mini mart (Skrrt)
Nah, never mind, bruh, you might be with the narcs