Za & Guitars

I got niggas toting glocks, I got niggas toting automatics, One false move gon' get you gone

Turn your ass to the past, Free all the members that's locked in the cage, Rest in peace to

my fallen soldiers, One thing I tell myself everyday, I gotta watch the people who around

Cause that ain't safe, If you play, you get shot in your face, SRT, or a scat, it don't matter

High speed chase, in the field, tie your lace, niggas pussies, they act like tampons, I can draw a picture

without no crayon, that's really how I gifted i am, now fuck all that, it's back to the crazy shit

dont go dissing , on the net bitch, popping out, with that fully, it's gon' hit you, in your neck bitch

I'm the only reason I step, bullets fly, just like a jet, when you see my eyes, you gon' see blood

Just like a blood clot, Red dot on the G-lock, You can hide, But you can't run far, Shout out YPC

that's the only reason, I go hard for, throwing up my hood, throwing up my gang, and that's on gang