Lyrics

[Intro] Drummer Gang shit Don't get this shit misconstrued They think I'm only gon' sing to a bitch [Verse 1] Don't get this shit misconstrued I'm from the projects so I'm rude Try that shit with your dude Can't be no lame Made a song for my dawg And I still got the fame If you're really from the gang Then I know you can relate Everybody lost somebody Caught a body to remain Retaliate, keep it g to maintain I got killers off that ecstasy, codeine, or cocaine Bitch I sound like some Pain Jordan Downs Lil Wayne Baby Loc Lil Boosie Been Grape can't be fake Might sing to your bitch like I'm Ginuwine and Tank From Watts like Tyrese but I choose to blow propane Snorting Hill I'm with Hank In the alley with the homies Tryna chase us some bank See your court papers They not say my name Snitches put they hood to shame You just wanted some protection Only reason why you bang, aye Posted in the section 'cuz I'm tryna cop a range 'gram going stupid I been poppin since AIM I'm too hot, we can't hang I'm too cold for these lames You are not from the gang I don't fuck with green grapes [Hook] Stop all that pillow talkin' You ain't even like that I judge you by your actions You ain't even on the right track All these networks in my DM's I don't write back Sticking your nose all in my business I don't like that (x2) [Verse 2] I signed a contract with some killas', bitch secure the bag I got a chopper from my migos wrapped in purple rags You're always on a stranger dick I feel like you're a fag Don't even know you but they know me way where Europe at I'm getting messages from London on my Snapchat But I'm so busy with this work I barely check that I'm from the projects where you best be good at chess set Watching all my postals nigga, go see where the check at Ain't no "I'm sorry", I'm gon' hit you where your chest at Haters had to use somebody else, you did that Can't believe it 'less you throw me in a trick bag I won't say no names 'cuz you know I need some get back Nina mouth is kinda hot, pop you like a tic-tac You ain't bulletproof just 'cuz you working on your six pack [?] of that six-shot Bottles of that shit got you tough for one night But you ain't finna live jack [Hook] Stop all that pillow talkin' You ain't even like that I judge you by your actions You ain't even on the right track All these networks in my DM's I don't write back Sticking your nose all in my business I don't like that (x2)