2100

Oh, wait a minute, how we serving this motherfucker? Ayy, where the juice at, nigga? Ayy, switch that beat, that weak ass shit Fuck is that? Turn that shit off, man Stop playing, man Oh, there he go Ayy, get up on that though (Ayy, ayy, check this out, check this out) (My nigga Gio on this beat, bro) Murder after murder, blood, you know what it is Fuck the babies, when it comes down to it, they get hit Smoke the kid, every nigga 'round here got a stick Ain't have time to buy a cup, boy, I'm sipping out the brick Chicken strips, baby, you gon' strip or you gon' hoe? Never fold, Southeast, I'm so 21-double-oh Can't break the codе, plenty of niggas did when they told Just don't chokе on the drill, bust the fully 'til it's gone Oh no, me no give you dick if you broke Sent her home, slapped the bitch for taking pictures in my phone Like what you on? Fucking up what I got going on I would risk it but you ain't got no cheese and you a hoe So he told, feds been tapping the brodie phone He been tryna smoke a opp, I love the hype that brodie on Ayy, get him gone, smoke a opp then put it in a song K's up, Kasino world, free my thugs out the hole Level four, had to keep a hundred, free my Crips Southside, you ain't slide, that's a lie he say he did, he telling myths Bitch, go get a bag, you ain't exempt Fuck it up, ain't got a job, pussy pop, got the kicks, toot it up I know you like the way I beat it up, baby Slow it down, shake that shit, speed it up, lady You said you wanna fuck with a thug, pay me Don't want my seed if you don't wanna have a thug baby Do a hundred, smoke something, y'all make a lot of songs Faceshot, we face opps, blood partners gone Pop a pill, pop a nigga, now my problems gone Slid through a nigga residence, now he ain't got a home Cop a pole, shake something with that shit, nigga Walk a nigga down, don't disappoint me on this skit, nigga Rip his chest open, leave his guts in his whip, nigga Was a stepper, got stepped on and he snitched, nigga Flip niggas, touch no nerd to the top hat Fresh out, hit Slo-Be like, "Where them Glocks at?" My gutter boys apply pressure, where the chops at? You hard body, so is F and N Satan just knocked at the door, Tootie, let him in Brains on my white Air Forces, that's a messy skit Put lil' brodie on the team, I hope he represent On 21, I'll never switch, nigga