Eastside demons, Melo
Glock, Glock
Free all my niggas remanded, I know that opps can't stand us
Boy, you got hit
Your mans got put in the spliff for dissin' the millars
Clip full of 50 shots, we up that shit like cannons
To many top opps, these niggas movin' scary
Pop out, Flossy nigga and his bitch want a fifty
Fashion, Glock, TEC in Amiri, that shit'll get sticky
Feel like I'm 50, but fuck the fifties, who with me
Shit'll get litty, uh, shit'll get litty (pop out)
Doin' hits in fashion (fashion), up it and clap it (clap it)
When we slidin' through, catch in traffic (traffic)
Move with the bats, I'll let a few
Free all the hots (hots), free all my opps
And free all the Woos, pockets on knots
Can't carry the knocks, my ooter gon' do it
Step through, knocks on me like I came outta scuffle
Said he gon' check who, got it on me that shots to your muffle
Gon' check you, send the whole team like we in the huddle
Pray we don't gon' catch you, sending for me, gon' get you in trouble
Free all the opps remanded, shoot that blick two-handed
New 4.5th do damage, if you get hit, don't panic
If you do a hit, don't plan it, I know that the cops can't handle us
Lil' bro got props for spinnin' that block
Hit a opp and light a new candle up
Free all my niggas remanded, I know that opps can't stand us
Boy, you got hit
Your mans got put in the spliff for dissin' the millars
Clip full of 50 shots, we up that shit like cannons
To many top opps, these niggas movin' scary
Pop out, Flossy nigga and his bitch want a fifty
Fashion, Glock, TEC in Amiri, that shit'll get sticky
Feel like I'm 50, but fuck the fifties, with me
Shit'll get litty, uh, shit'll get litty (ayy, pop out)
Shit'll get litty, we in the foreign with fifties
Bitch we was scoring so much that we
Ended the war that's worth on my glizzy
Ask about No Limit, we round the city shortie'nem busy
Dissin' foenem and the raps and address
On the net get you get put on the blizzy
Remember when we heard one-two shots
And one threw that bitch off his heazy
Think I ain't got aim huh try to run
Long range throw that bitch like a frisbee
Ain't no more opps that can diss me
Been out the trenches they miss me
Still will go back like I'm Big Chief
Post on my shit like I'm Big Meech
Said they gon' hit me, go ahead keep thinking shits sweet
Your life for a fifty?
Got it on my wrist but it shit cheap
I bought one Roley too many
Might as well give me a Riche
Lil' cuz beat off four of them bodies got him back with me it's litty
Free all my niggas remanded, I know that opps can't stand us
Boy, you got hit
Your mans got put in the spliff for dissin' the millars
Clip full of 50 shots, we up that shit like cannons
To many top opps, these niggas movin' scary
Pop out, Flossy nigga and his bitch want a fifty
Fashion, Glock, TEC in Amiri, that shit'll get sticky
Feel like I'm 50, but fuck the fifties, with me
Shit'll get litty, uh, shit'll get litty (pop out)