Verse 1:
Boy don’t ask me bout a block this hippie came up on the northside
Babcock to Converse homies kick it with the 45
Nigga been a vagabond i’m stacking on my loose ends
Finna get a crib been in the whip it’s been a nuisance
But no complaining uh
My big homie told me cop a half and make the payment uh
Bummy drip it’s rainin uh
Rip my jeans on purpose uh
Rock a shirt it’s worthless uh
Air force 1 resurfaced uh
Liquor in the dirt it’s uh
How it go forever on 4EVA we forever young
Laughing gas I call the dro we smoke so we forever numb
All my homies got it on him one jus got a bettеr gun
Put it on his neighborhood tha marathon ya batter run
Wherе ya from
What they used to ask a lil homie
Didn’t know me
But they seen my circle I said chill homie
Kill won’t he
I ain’t got a strap so I can’t peel homies
Cap back god had my back that night I’m still homie
Hook:
I heard a pistol pop last night but I just closed the blinds
It go down on my side of town most the time
I heard somebody say they place got raided so should mine
I harbor Hoover’s and homies they neighborhoods ain’t mine
I hang with VLs and BL-oods they all hold a 9
I heard em say that’s at the least some put in overtime
Turn the music up I’m drowning out the tone of dying
Hear no evil while they shooting but I know they dying
Fam want a foreign fuck it we pourin switching the damn lanes
At 10 plus 9 I thought I was signed but that was a damn shame
Verse 2:
I took a lil break for my tolerance I started ballin my grams flame
I hopped in that field who thought I would still be rappin a scam came
On my jehovah yo door and over I gotta knock nigga
In the whip for the flip why
I gotta drop nigga
I’m not a soldier no lie I know the niggas that drop niggas
With a stick for the chips ride
Then keep ya door locked nigga
Why they’ll run in ya spot and get a
Bit of everything you had to sell
Thinkin it’s sweet you gon be mad as hell
Front door open look like you had sale
Spring cleaning in the fall
Summer and Winter they finna go all
Out for the year for a bag if it’s tall
Might get ya licked give it back if it’s small
Right you know what the yard like
Sidelines by the dog fights
9 lives for the dog bites
Cool cat where the klondike
Boof pack flip it all night
Goof had to get it on sight
2 packs get the fog right
Hippie life keep it alright
Peace tryna keep it but I want a piece
Feel I need it when we in the streets
Call it defense my city go beast
Niggas shoot here they hittin those 3’s
Don’t walk up they gon pull up from deep
Niggas greedy like it was 03
Don’t park up ima cruise when we chief
Hook:
I heard a pistol pop last night but I just closed the blinds
It go down on my side of town most the time
I heard somebody say they place got raided so should mine
I harbor Hoover’s and homies they neighborhoods ain’t mine
I hang with VLs and BL-oods they all hold a 9
I heard em say that’s at the least some put in overtime
Turn the music up I’m drowning out the tone of dying
Hear no evil while they shooting but I know they dying
Boy don’t ask me bout a block this hippie came up on the northside
Babcock to Converse homies kick it with the 45
Nigga been a vagabond i’m stacking on my loose ends
Finna get a crib been in the whip it’s been a nuisance
But no complaining uh
My big homie told me cop a half and make the payment uh
Bummy drip it’s rainin uh
Rip my jeans on purpose uh
Rock a shirt it’s worthless uh
Air force 1 resurfaced uh
Liquor in the dirt it’s uh
How it go forever on 4EVA we forever young
Laughing gas I call the dro we smoke so we forever numb
All my homies got it on him one jus got a bettеr gun
Put it on his neighborhood tha marathon ya batter run
Wherе ya from
What they used to ask a lil homie
Didn’t know me
But they seen my circle I said chill homie
Kill won’t he
I ain’t got a strap so I can’t peel homies
Cap back god had my back that night I’m still homie
Hook:
I heard a pistol pop last night but I just closed the blinds
It go down on my side of town most the time
I heard somebody say they place got raided so should mine
I harbor Hoover’s and homies they neighborhoods ain’t mine
I hang with VLs and BL-oods they all hold a 9
I heard em say that’s at the least some put in overtime
Turn the music up I’m drowning out the tone of dying
Hear no evil while they shooting but I know they dying
Fam want a foreign fuck it we pourin switching the damn lanes
At 10 plus 9 I thought I was signed but that was a damn shame
Verse 2:
I took a lil break for my tolerance I started ballin my grams flame
I hopped in that field who thought I would still be rappin a scam came
On my jehovah yo door and over I gotta knock nigga
In the whip for the flip why
I gotta drop nigga
I’m not a soldier no lie I know the niggas that drop niggas
With a stick for the chips ride
Then keep ya door locked nigga
Why they’ll run in ya spot and get a
Bit of everything you had to sell
Thinkin it’s sweet you gon be mad as hell
Front door open look like you had sale
Spring cleaning in the fall
Summer and Winter they finna go all
Out for the year for a bag if it’s tall
Might get ya licked give it back if it’s small
Right you know what the yard like
Sidelines by the dog fights
9 lives for the dog bites
Cool cat where the klondike
Boof pack flip it all night
Goof had to get it on sight
2 packs get the fog right
Hippie life keep it alright
Peace tryna keep it but I want a piece
Feel I need it when we in the streets
Call it defense my city go beast
Niggas shoot here they hittin those 3’s
Don’t walk up they gon pull up from deep
Niggas greedy like it was 03
Don’t park up ima cruise when we chief
Hook:
I heard a pistol pop last night but I just closed the blinds
It go down on my side of town most the time
I heard somebody say they place got raided so should mine
I harbor Hoover’s and homies they neighborhoods ain’t mine
I hang with VLs and BL-oods they all hold a 9
I heard em say that’s at the least some put in overtime
Turn the music up I’m drowning out the tone of dying
Hear no evil while they shooting but I know they dying
( Treylen )
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