40 Glock, snap a Insta, ain't no need for no caption
I got put on by four niggas, wasn't need for no bandage
I did my stuff like a young nigga, that's how I'm s'posed to handle it
'Hamad threw a right, duck, hit him with the left, bop-bop!
Two to the chin, bop! One to the chest
One to the ribs, the haymaker didn't connect
Dropped him but didn't stomp him cause that's disrespect, woo!
That's how I got put on
Tree Top Piru, yeah I got put on
It was hard in the hood
I was rappin', my homies sellin' hard in the hood
I know cinder block, from the West
and Pac
Just got a call, the homies just got bust on
Niggas gotta go, we can't hold on
Nigga I'm from BPT
West Side, West Side
TTP
400, Spruce Street
What y'all doing?
Nigga kill the, uh, beef
I was in the county with lions, most of these rappers be lyin'
Cause when I seen 'em, they be quiet, the definition of silence
That's a , the definition of logic
That this nigga is
All the licks I split, from the houses I hit
but a nigga ain't snitch
That's how it's s'posed to go down
Held it down, didn't nobody else
, have my bitch pick you up
Then have one of my top people stick you up
I know Nipsey from 60s, from
from 40 Crips, that's my kinfolk
My whole family tried to