Damn it, Franchise, you did it again
Iceberg want a bag, bitch
Why these niggas payin' for attention?
Puttin' me in they mentions
Playin' like we don't stand on business
All the opps been missin'
Bag on my head, come get it
Better not be no less than fifty
Better send your best to get me
Guaranteed he restin' with me
Can't lie, I'm 3D high
Can't let a nigga rest in peace me
Can't fuck with me in the streets
So they try their best to diss me
Them niggas round ain't even your niggas
Right price, I'll have 'em flip you
Every week, youngin got a new pistol
Smashed, he don't give a fuck who with you
Hold on, I'm talkin' too much, I'm trippin'
I ain't goin' back and forth, I'm busy
Say you wanna go to war, I'm with it
Go wherever I want in my city
Poppa out no less than fifty
Poppa out, don't think he slippin'
3.5 my blunt, I'm trippin'
Can't let a nigga rest in peace
Get high thinkin' 'bout my nigga
Why he died? Wish he was with me
I ain't goin' out behind these bitches
You'll die before I let you trick me
And you ain't the one doin' the killin'
Let me hush, I'ma mind me business
I don't need another nigga ridin' with me
Just me, Luh Quez, and that Glizzy
Can't let a nigga rest in peace
Ten on a nigga head, Mike Bibby
Ayy, free KK we miss him
Nigga, I ain't even signed the petition
I'm out West ridin' with a killer
When I talk, he don't even wanna listen
He don't even want the money, this personal
But if he get a headshot, I'm tippin'
I got blood on me, I'm drippin'
Doughboy, can't go like Ricky
His homeboy ain't make it to Christmas
He doin' that dissin', he trippin'
I don't know what he on, can't pay me to listen
I heard your lil' song, come pay me a visit
Free CP3 up out of that prison
Ain't ran down on a nigga in a minute, I know he miss it
Ayy, Desi Block die behind my blizzy
Like on the ave, this shit get litty
Ayy, I heard Jalen left his mans
That wasn't the plan, but they ain't finished
I want 'em all, same sentence
R.I.P. my dawgs, and I meant it
And they gone say the gang did it
Ain't no sense of hidin' this shit, let's get it
Hold on, I'm talkin' too much, I'm trippin'
I ain't goin' back and forth, I'm busy
Say you wanna go to war, I'm with it
Go wherever I want in my city
Poppa out no less than fifty
Poppa out, don't think he slippin'
3.5 my blunt, I'm trippin'
Can't let a nigga rest in peace
Get high thinkin' 'bout my nigga
Why he died? Wish he was with me
I ain't goin' out behind these bitches
You'll die before I let you trick me
And you ain't the one doin' the killin'
Let me hush, I'ma mind me business
I don't need another nigga ridin' with me
Just me, Luh Quez, and that Glizzy