Lyrics

[Intro: BandGang Biggs] Come on, now (1st done geeked it up) [Verse 1: BandGang Biggs & GlockBoyz TeeJaee] Back when I was seventeen, I was a demon Whole family had money, I was robbin' for no reason Ain't get the bigger picture, I was through this bitch schemin' Tryna figure any way to get the money, I was fiendin' School wasn't for me, I was in that bitch slackin' Writin' notes back and forth to the hoes on paper napkins My best friend was trappin', my other friends was robbin' Mama was on my eyes, but I was thinkin', "Fuck college" Remember bein' out on the block with all my niggas shootin' hoops While seein' unc' and all his niggas pullin' up in different coupes That shit was motivational when none of them bitches basic So I thank the hood today, 'cause they the reason I made it (Ayy) [Verse 2: GlockBoyz TeeJaee] But ain't it crazy how I changed? Nowadays, we can't even chill on the block It seem like every other day, we out here sendin' some shots [?] Drac to clean the block like a mop My dog be tryna spend some money on his wrist, but not a watch If you one of them niggas runnin' when them guns get to bustin', you might get dropped Better have your own gun when it go down like Young Joc, nigga Head on the swivel, long drive Gotta keep the cannon on me when I'm out, niggas be wildin' Free Stone Neck, and my nigga Biggie Christopher Wallace Green beam on dev gun, that nigga got perfect timing [Verse 3: BandGang Lonnie Bands] If I'm in the room with a brick, that's for sure one hundred bands I'ma feed the team and do that shit over again They gon' be mad then After ten more flips, I'm buyin' the whole gang, drop heads We like a real-life rock band My dog got the stick, with the drum on it for the action And my young dogs hot heads No internet shit, wait 'til they slip, let 'em have it I heard you want some smoke, okay, we brought the matches Huh, boy, huh, we'll light up your whip Send a hit while I'm out to eat in Calabasas Gotta call you dead, leave the waitress thousand dollar tip I got two feet in the streets but my head ain't Tryna take the dirty money to the legal way, huh I got twenty P's right now, headin' on the insterstate That's eighty-four racks if it make it safe Huh, hope I don't get indicted off my next mixtape I live what I rap, it's safe to say, huh Rollin' dice with my life, pray to God I don't hit a [?] Ain't hit a six deuce on the eight [Outro] (1st done geeked it up)