Dead opps

Mane i don't give a fuck who you is
If you really want smoke you can pull up and get the issue
Real talk them 223s knock ya stupid a** back.
Knock the meat out yo motherF*****g taco p***y a** boy

I made a promise to my brothers we gonna make it out them trenches
But we stuck up in them streets tryna handle our business
We sticking motherf*****s up robbing them for they bands
Give us what the f**k we want or this cutta make you spin like a fan
And that's a fact when I'm on the track I don't tell lies
Certified gangsta you can see it in my eyes
So you try to play with my gang then we taking off your mind
And that's a fact Ima slide for my brothers at any time
Say you want smoke we bring it to yo door
Kick yo front door and lay yo p***y a** up on the floor
Now you finna loose your life if you didn't already know
So don't f**k with my gang or it's a murder show
Get back b***h, mane you know how we coming
Everybody that I'm with mane you that we dumping
Hollow tips at your head mane this shit It ain't nothing
Get you knocked off for stepping in Reppin, B***h you better keep yo weapon
Keep your gun by your side, We lurking in your city trying to have some homicides
Tryna kill some p***y's and we leave they momma crying
Quit all that capping boy I know you fucking lying