[Verse 1]
Peep game, you silly bustas, you so-called G's
Poppin' at your brain with this game that got niggas coppin' keys
I'm droppin' these bombs and many more for months and years
At this shit like a jacker with no motherfucking fear
The shit that I'm dropping got you caught up in my slang
Ever since a young nigga, was out here on my bang
Ready to kill if I feel that I got played
I then grabbed my stolen bucket and them niggas was getting sprayed
That's the past, a nigga shouldn't reminisce
Still smoke dank, drinking Hen and take a 8-ball piss
Tryna be a player, but rappers, stay away from haters in these streets
Cause that hating makes a nigga come viciously
But jealousy tells me that these niggas simple-minded
And so I might get my 9 and help these niggas find it
Scream if you heard me, holler if you feel me
I'm a threat to society, that's why these motherfuckers try to kill me
All for the good, cause yo, if it sends me to the edge
I end up at putting hollow-points through your head
On the move, some punk niggas tried to off me
Got the nina, niggas seen the sign: don't cross me
Cause shit is thick in the Fog so be a hog when I rush ya
Stay away from all these player-haters and these bustas
And you wonder why I stay strapped with my gat?
Cause living up in the Fog, it's like that cuz
[Hook]
And you know I had to gat ya!
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[Verse 2]
Mashin' in my Lark, kinda keyed off some dank weed
Got the nina in my lap incase some niggas try to gank me
Cause in the inner-city niggas quickly to snap
Niggas get their caps peeled and niggas peel caps
Because its real, niggas on the grind to survive
Because a nigga ain't down for a 9 to 5
Give me a suck up on the Hen and a nine miller
And I'll show you how to roll up in my city
Cause it's kinda sick living in the Fog, niggas get smoked
Personally packing a pistol cause it's personal beef, punk
Niggas can't fade, and you hoes can't fade
Niggas get smoked for tryna act bitch-made
Be a player, not a saver-up cause in these jungalos
And then I'll be all good at the end
Then I bring up my folks
Straight niggas from the street
Straight from the penitentiary
Having much ass, and smoking on the rider's weed
Cause niggas don't understand this shit unless you live up in Cali
Where niggas are banging and slanging in front of the white man dead up in the alley
Cause real niggas don't give a fuck
And that's the niggas I fuck with, so you better watch out, punk
I pop-pop-pop with the motherfucking giggity-Glock
I make sure that when I pop, niggas got to drop
Cause I'm straight from the D-O
Each and every day a nigga's running from the popo
It's like this, it's like that
So when I stay strapped with my gat, you better run and hide
Before I rat-tat-tat-tat on that ass as I blast
With this fucking SiG
Wouldn't give a fuck if I'm busting at these motherfucking nigs
Cause niggas always on my nutsack
Niggas tried to bust at me, that's when a nigga bust back
Then I got to run and throw my fucking gat, cause nigga
It's just like that, fool
[Hook]
And you know I had to gat ya!
It's like this and like that and like this, and uh
It's like that and like this and like that, and uh
It's like this and like that and like this, and uh
It's like that and like this and like that, and uh
And you know I had to gat ya!
It's like this and like that and like this, and uh
It's like that and like this and like that, and uh
It's like this and like that and like this, and uh
It's like that and like this and like that, and uh
And you know I had to gat ya!
It's like this and like that and like this, and uh
