Who Died

What set you from? Look like one of them Crenshaw Mafia motherfuckers No, you probably one of them Rollin 60's, huh? Huh, huh (Dubba-AA flex) I'm this bitch with Dubba A You know we be steady flexin', no Don't know me, oh, no, no Stick with the dick that's steady ringin' Oh so often murder went through my mind Turned around the corner, took all of the tab Pussy boy you gon' die I'm quick to send him for the spin with .45s Any time they asked 'bout my lil' soldiers This what I'm gon' reply (this is the sound) That lil' nigga throwin' six-o, he been slanging iron Care 'bout no code though, just stop on the opps We could jump out the car, them bullets flyin' Lil' Pooda quick to pull up, kick door Had to rock out wit' his nine Timmy rocked out on a opp, if you worried 'bout a Glock, hit in his spine He made a diss 'bout my big brother He made a diss like, "Damn, who died?" Been down the block was me and Leaky screaming "Crip life 'til we die" They tellin' me to leave him 'lone But I can't let the shit slide Seein' his brains all on the cement Gon' leave his mama traumatized They gon' call the homicide On a whole another level that I ain't supposed to (I ain't never spoke no) How the fuck we beefing and the whole city know we got smoke? Timmy say don't talk on them phones I'ma put three holes in yo' dome Doogie run down the street wit' a Glock in his hand Like look here this is what I'm on I was up in New York at the top of the bands I was out, zipped up wit' that chrome Swing the stick on they block, then watch them dance I'm steady tryna rip up the corner Because they shot at yo' lil' brother After that he went and posted a photo And you don't get no straight about it (Niggas you seen got a whack) Told me you called his phone Big 33 that Timmy covered, let's go post up by the store I call up Zack off 37 like meet me at Julio's Late nights you know we let it fly right back to back you hit a pole Watch they go talkin' on the 'Gram We let off shots, then make a post Stick with the dick that's steady ringin' Oh so often murder went through my mind Turned around the corner, took all of the tab Pussy boy you gon' die I'm quick to send him for the spin with .45s Any time they asked 'bout my lil' soldiers This what I'm gon' reply (this is the sound) That lil' nigga throwin' six-o, he been slanging iron Care 'bout no code though, just stop on the opps We could jump out the car, them bullets flyin' Lil' Pooda quick to pull up, kick door Had to rock out wit' his nine Timmy rocked out on a opp, if you worried 'bout a Glock, hit in his spine He made a diss 'bout my big brother He made a diss like, "Damn, who died?" Been down the block was me and Leaky screaming "Crip life 'til we die" They tellin' me to leave him 'lone But I can't let the shit slide Seein' his brains all on the cement Gon' leave his mama traumatized (watch they gon' talk behind a screen) Yeah you love me or you love me not, I'ma be me He known for gangsta shit and even bangs in the streets, whoa (this is the sound) Pussy ass niggas Tell that nigga, spin I'm tryna send a pussy boy to talk to God about it Haha, nigga I'm a savage Broke ass nigga