作曲 : Taurus Bartlett
These shorties be lost for a name, slidin', it's always funny 'til you get caught
Raised up in that gang climate, he might never been prove his thoughts
Tryna deal with fame, grindin', payin' for these funeral costs
If we got the right to remain silent, why the **** did he choose to talk?
That ain't what you was taught
You know you never say what you done saw
My lawyer paid whenever them cases do get fought
He ain't gon' say it, so his body language what I'm movin' off
I don't know who across, shots from this Glock 22 get tossed
Bitch, we can shoot it off
He ain't get a chance to duck
He'd still be alive if his head was up
Don't cross that line playin' on our side 'cause that shit dead with us
Opps just put on acts, like they ain't scared of us
Left with his pants down
We said don't lack, that's what they embarrassed for
got us staring stuck
Bugs Bunny, my carats up
Somewhere ****in' a pair of sluts
Make them lil' hoes share a nut
Lil' bro left
Show no sympathy, let him get spared, for what?
Think my heart might need a repair, it's numb 'cause I can't care enough
Check his temperature for all that woofin'
Lay back, we give out whoopings
We got bodies for real
Please don't push me quick to leave scouts cookin'
They ain't never gave shit to me, I took it
I used to dream, they insecurities made me think I shouldn't
Hard to escape 'cause they at the bottom pullin'
Duckin' cases, tryna dodge bullets
I kept spendin' time in county bookings
Then I made it, don't know why they thought I wouldn't
You can't change how God put it
Like the Warriors, that's how my squad lookin' (Gang)
These shorties be lost for a name, slidin', it's always funny 'til you get caught
Raised up in that gang climate, he might never been prove his thoughts
Tryna deal with fame, grindin', payin' for these funeral costs
If we got the right to remain silent, why the **** did he choose to talk?
That ain't what you was taught
You know you never say what you done saw
My lawyer paid whenever them cases do get fought
He ain't gon' say it, so his body language what I'm movin' off
I don't know who across, shots from this Glock 22 get tossed
Bitch, we can shoot it off
