Intro Lyrics

Ten rocks hit the corner and I'm getting to it

A punk cop on my ass, but I didn't do it Four block, blue bike, gray backpack

Inna opps side on a, wit a fat sack Lil' ratchet, backstreet bandit

I'ma go and hit the corner and make my baby mama mad as shit

Pussy dad, but don't you ever get attached Roger Rabbit, make her laugh

Lil' baby, I'm wit bad as shit Young nigga, old soul, so magic

Ayy, I'm alone, Or with the gang, it don't matter, wait

Tote my thing, I demand to aye Catch me with a green rag, not the gang

Green gang, turn up my bass Need a lil' bad bitch to squirt on my braces

I don't want her password, she can do her thing Tryna do me a lil' baddie, who don't do

Relations I'm a young nigga from the city riverside

You can catch me by myself, you can catch me with the guys

Homies in and out of Robert Presley, learning to survive

It's the life, you ride if you don't ride, then you die

If we not compadres, then we are opponents Fuck with them niggas that I don't condone

And you can die with them, fuck you and your homies

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, it's like that, nigga I fought the bitch and went to jail, and I got back with her

This the life of a ratchet young trap nigga Grew up by the tracks, nigga