Gang Baby

(Ayo, Jimmy got the sauce boy)
(JR, you trippin')

Dirty cut, I get caught with it
State Property
Gang baby
I was locked down up in late Providence
Fresh out the pen
Layin' in that pen
You could ride to this

Real gas smoked
Them niggas know they hide from this
I went the whole Shabel
We been on they trail
Bitch you better not tell
I got shit for sale
Plus I got some shit that'll ring your bell
Say it won't never fail
That package that I sent said handle with care
Put that on the scale
Need a whole bunch of tape to wrap a bale
Uh, fuck that shit
Fuck that shit, I'm on now
I'll have them niggas out'chea
Watch it, 'cause I'm on now
They heard I got that dose
So now they tapping phones now
They see that paper so they won't leave me alone now
Fuck it though

Fuck the Feds
I'ma be the one that's gon' kick down yo' door
You can't hear me when I'm creepin'
'Cause I'm on my tippy toes
This .40 leave you stiffer than a photo
All we inhale is gun smoke
Watch action from the front row (yeah)

I'ma hop out in the party
I'ma kill you and yo' kinfolk
I leave a nigga down
And leave 'em red like some Hot Cheetos
And if you speak on me
Don't give a fuck if you my people
I'ma roll a nigga up like I was rollin' up a taco
Fuck it, hop out, make them Glocks go
And bitch the choppa got a stock hole
No serial code but I pull up in a lockout
Punish 'em
I hit 'em up like I was Tupac, dog
Trigger finger itchin' to squeeze
And it's gon' fuck it up (uh)

Okay, P, wildin' with them straps, yeah
I'm back, yeah
Don't give a fuck 'bout what you say
Because I know that it's all cap
I run it up a couple laps, yeah
I spin the block too many times
And fuck that shit, youngin'
I might just double back, yeah (okay)
Bing-bong
Bullets hittin' everywhere it ricochet
I'm a menace to society
I'm hated by the ministry
Okay them bullets burn
I just sent it to 'em
Let that nigga bake
He can never say he never saw it coming
Put it in his face

My gun been tryna fuck with somethin'
Just let the cutter cut
I can't leave without it
It come in handy like Kobe in the clutch
Don't be afraid to jump right in
Nigga this ain't no double-dutch
Where I'm from we was trained to kill
Who want war with us?
Whole lot of red rum for me
Sip it 'til its done
A lot of bodies is what you gon' see
Bullets bigger than my thumb
Don't make me have to clap this bitch
Make sure that the job is done
Can't let you double back on me
I only got to do it once

Bitch, it's up
Bitch, you know it's done
Bitch, you know it's up
I ain't gotta say no words
Once you move they leave you stuck
Leave your body on the curb
Speakin' out your top you must got nuts
No, we ain't trippin' we gon' swerve
I don't give a fuck make your tail tuck