Message To The Streets

Yeah a lot of gang members in this beat

Hey wicked goon when you see me throw the phone up
You could get your ass pop watch what you throw up
My 45 will make sure that y'all never grow up
Niggas say they gon' slob and never show up
Had to cut the homie I'll pull the skit and he froze up
What the fuck happened he never woke up
Got hit with a yappa I guess he choked up
If you a gay so then why the fuck you ain't blow none
Pickle in my pants out of public but never stole none

Still sliding on through their section still trying to dome some niggas
Still don't know that they fuck around with the wrong one
Murder after murder these pussy niggas ain't know none
If you whip out that burner you better blow some
I'm still smoking this dead ass I'm about to roll some
Bounce out on their block with the chopper I'm about to go dumb
About to make another account that's a go fund
How y'all boys want to go to war you got no funds
How y'all boys want to go to war you got no guns

Y'all boys want to go to war must be so dumb
Police asking about the last victim but I don't know none
Guess I'm setting up niggas the way I send thoughts
I'll be waiting them niggas up when I send shots
Caution tape wrapped around the street when I bend blocks
Got his brains all up on his seat from them head shots
Kicking candle lights over bro fuck the dead ops
Ain't no leg shots I'm taking the sucker's head off

I ain't never heard of you the little homies catch your ass
And they gon murder you now that ain't a diss
It's a message and that's just word to you
When we was thuggin up in the hood nigga worry you
I was 14 ride around with a burner to robbing motherfuckers
And trying to commit a murder too
Still on the block still yelling now fuck the gangtas
Still clutching glocks dumping on option
I bank that they fuck a stray rat to circle that's full of jcas

Fuck yo dead homie in every song imma say that
I know they hate that but the rainer thank god take back
Niggas say they killers I know for a fact they ain't that
We catch them sliding inside that bucket and we gon paint that
Strip a nigga and make him come get his chain back
I took a place from this rapture, but now I came back
I'm knee deep in the streets and nothing could change that
Every time we heard that a sucka lit bro we came back real driller
That's from the dub

I could say that wicked goon when you see me throw the phone up
You could get your ass pop
Watch what you throw up my 45 will make sure that y'all never grow up
Niggas say they gon' slobber never show up
Make sure that y'all never grow up
They gon' slob and never show up
Make it good when you see me throw the four up
You can get your ass popped
My 45 will make sure that y'all never grow up

Make sure that y'all never grow up
They gon' slob and never show up
Make it good when you see me throw the four up
You can get your ass popped
My 45 will make sure that y'all never grow up