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If you know, you know
If I ain't doin' no rappin' shit
I don't fuck with parties
All 10
10 deep or by myself
Bitch I'm gon' blow regardless
Pour a 4 now niggas tryna beef
I think that bitch retarded
Rule number 1
If you ain't like that, better not get me started
Lil' bro double cross
You get knocked off
You'll low key think he Harden
Bro hop out with switches
He don't miss
You know he hit his target
He say he stand on business
Guess he do
'Cause now he tryna bargain
Rule number 2
If you ain't gon' squeeze it
Don't even bring the shit
'Cause if you up that Glock and die
Yo' mama ain't gon' believe the shit
Lil' bro on FaceTime and he caught a opp
Man I ain't seen the shit
Mane you see green and red
Lil' bro hopped off the spaceship
How he beam a bitch
Damn
This ain't no drill
I don't know what to call it
Better not spin that block
You'll catch a shot
Look like you alcoholic
Headshot
Matter fact hit the legs
Look how that nigga fallin'
If you think it's smoke just let me know
I don't know why you stallin'
Rule number 3
If they catch him and you with him
Then you with him
At that point you might as well grab the pole and blow
Or they gon' zip him
Don't be tryna hide behind no cars
'Cause you know they gon' flip 'em
Basically
What I'm sayin'
When we catch him
Don't be with him
Bro been tryna fight but niggas scary
So he bring a pistol
And he quiet
He see somethin' he don't like
He just gon' whistle
He want blood
He catch a opp ridin' with his bro
He still gon' blitz 'em
That's rule number 4
Better pick a side
Ain't no in the middle
Just 'cause niggas go deactivate they page
Don't mean they slidin'
Swear I know a couple niggas that did that shit
And they be hidin'
I told my bro these niggas 12
Just keep that shit low key, don't try it
Man how you gangsta'
But you tryna get somethin' locked when niggas dyin'
I swear i die, they spinnin' back
They go up one, we up the score so high
It ain't no gettin' back
Gang late night creepin' with that shiesty
Shit look like it's Men in Black
I swear my bro been tryna chill
They tryna make that nigga snap
The opps got one mo' time
'Fo bro 'nem turn the H into the 'Raq
How you get out in one day for a pack
That lil' nigga ain't gangsta', he a rat
Now he pour up a pint on live
Talkin' 'bout he tryna slide
That nigga cap
Bro knock on the door
You look through the peephole
Too late
We in the back
Airdrop
Bro hop out with a MAC
On gang
If I ain't doin' no rappin' shit
I don't fuck with parties
All 10
10 deep or by myself
Bitch I'm gon' blow regardless
Pour a 4 now niggas tryna beef
I think that bitch retarded
Rule number 1
If you ain't like that, better not get me started
Lil' bro double cross
You get knocked off
You'll low key think he Harden
Bro hop out with switches
He don't miss
You know he hit his target
He say he stand on business
Guess he do
'Cause now he tryna bargain
Rule number 2
If you ain't gon' squeeze it
Don't even bring the shit
'Cause if you up that Glock and die
Yo' mama ain't gon' believe the shit
Lil' bro on FaceTime and he caught a opp
Man I ain't seen the shit
Mane you see green and red
Lil' bro hopped off the spaceship
How he beam a bitch
Damn
This ain't no drill
I don't know what to call it
Better not spin that block
You'll catch a shot
Look like you alcoholic
Headshot
Matter fact hit the legs
Look how that nigga fallin'
If you think it's smoke just let me know
I don't know why you stallin'
Rule number 3
If they catch him and you with him
Then you with him
At that point you might as well grab the pole and blow
Or they gon' zip him
Don't be tryna hide behind no cars
'Cause you know they gon' flip 'em
Basically
What I'm sayin'
When we catch him
Don't be with him
Bro been tryna fight but niggas scary
So he bring a pistol
And he quiet
He see somethin' he don't like
He just gon' whistle
He want blood
He catch a opp ridin' with his bro
He still gon' blitz 'em
That's rule number 4
Better pick a side
Ain't no in the middle
Just 'cause niggas go deactivate they page
Don't mean they slidin'
Swear I know a couple niggas that did that shit
And they be hidin'
I told my bro these niggas 12
Just keep that shit low key, don't try it
Man how you gangsta'
But you tryna get somethin' locked when niggas dyin'
I swear i die, they spinnin' back
They go up one, we up the score so high
It ain't no gettin' back
Gang late night creepin' with that shiesty
Shit look like it's Men in Black
I swear my bro been tryna chill
They tryna make that nigga snap
The opps got one mo' time
'Fo bro 'nem turn the H into the 'Raq
How you get out in one day for a pack
That lil' nigga ain't gangsta', he a rat
Now he pour up a pint on live
Talkin' 'bout he tryna slide
That nigga cap
Bro knock on the door
You look through the peephole
Too late
We in the back
Airdrop
Bro hop out with a MAC
On gang
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Writer(s): Khari Elijah Douglas
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