On a Shirt

Damn, damn, bitch, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I pack that za and sell a zip, and free my bro he let it rip
It's only me, I'm getting rich, and shout out Josh my favorite crip
Rep BTA and you get hit, you got a gun ain't shot at shit

And why you dissin', you a bitch, call bro we spining' in the whip
I told my brodie keep a blick, now he walkin' with a stick
And he got shot up in his hip, now he walkin' with a limp
And I keep extended' clips, my choppa make him hit a flip

Bad bitch, she eat the dick, she tryna lick up on the tip
He praising God, but he gon' sin, can't wife a thot, just eat my kids
Like damn, uh, go to work, she eat me up, she go berserk
She gettin' lit, she tryna twerk, just wanna fuck, don't wanna flirt
Go on a drill and pop a perk, he got lit up, he on a shirt

He got put down and he on a tee, and they like Zy, that boy too sweet
And I would never cop a plea, no switchin' up and that's on me
They know the gang, its YDC, bad bitch, she fuck the team

And ain't no runnin' from my beam, I shoot a shot, then flee the scene
I shoot a shot, I gotta go, and ain't no stressin' bout no hoe
I fuck the bitch, then pass the bro, she couldn't take it, goin' slow
I keep my stick and I'ma throw, I see a opp, I knock off a fro

And we can go up toe for toe, but we not goin' blow for blow
He tried to play me like a hoe, I grabbed a chop and let it blow
And he was dissin' on my bro, so I pulled up and let him know
And I was fuckin' on this bitch, and she swallowed up my snow

And you not chillin' with my gang, bitch, no, you not my bro
Flip a brick and sell this shit, said it's smoke inhaling it
Niggas tattle tellin' shit, cock it back and blam the shit
Yeah, he got caught up at the store, you smoke on bam, I kill your bro
You smoke on' bam, I got a throw, cause I'm not goin' like no hoe

Damn, damn, bitch, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I pack that za and sell a zip, and free my bro he let it rip
It's only me, I'm getting rich, and shout out Josh my favorite crip
Rep BTA and you get hit, you got a gun ain't shot at shit

And why you dissin', you a bitch, call bro we spining' in the whip
I told my brodie keep a blick, now he walkin' with a stick
And he got shot up in his hip, now he walkin' with a limp
And I keep extended' clips, my choppa make him hit a flip

Bad bitch, she eat the dick, she tryna lick up on the tip
He praising God, but he gon' sin, can't wife a thot, just eat my kids
Like damn, uh, go to work, she eat me up, she go berserk
She gettin' lit, she tryna twerk, just wanna fuck, don't wanna flirt
Go on a drill and pop a perk, he got lit up, he on a shirt