XOXO

Hahahahaha (yeah)
Have em like what's that
Thats muzzle flashes n the dark stupid bitch
Light yo shit up like a candle know what im sayin
Blow that shit out too bitch (Aye)

Bring a pound to the hood I think we all won (yeah)
Now the lil Gs walking round spun (yeah)
Make you feel like you just hit the Lottery (what)
And u thinking is money when I was dealing with poverty

Gotta analyze the situation
Cuz homies catching years like they been waiting (like they been waiting)
Aint nothing basic home lets face it
Like when an Enemiga dies another one replace em

Felt good to bring pack home
Felt good to hear the homie say im back on (thats right)
OG come see me if you need me I be kicking it on P Street
And yes Im that one (wooooop)

Whole lotta gangsta shit from supie to Los Angeles
And everywhere in between that can hang with it (that can hang with it)
Worldwide like the mob baby
My lil homies Tiny gangstas on they job baby (on they job baby)

Its hard to death till they got me stretched
Been goin hard was never nothing less thats unacceptable
I really from the bottom the gente that I be repping for
Homies in the ghetto and the ones behind the metal bars (what)

I contemplated many times
How I would go and get the nine and end my life but I remember Im'a
Soldier could never break weak keep my composure
Never let em think that u slipping thats when yo ass a gonner

So its choppers out the moon roof on a full moon
Bullets headed in yo direction that sounds like boom boom boom
(Boom boom boom)
Thats bullets catching hold of their target like Ooh Ooh

X O X O X O till it lights out
Thats what bring them hard times out
X O X O X O till it lights out
Thats what bring them dark times out
X O X O X O till it lights out
Thats what bring them hard times out
X O X O X O till it lights out
Thats what bring them dark times out

Woop