ebk jaaybo 23 KI-Stimmen-Generator von Fish Audio

Yeah yeah, pull up on the block wit it, ain't playing games no more. They know we bout that action, switching lanes getting paper. Keep that heat ready, ain't no fake moves round here. They know what's up when we pull through, straight facts.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, we still out here with the real motion. They talking about smoke but they ain't ready for these switches. We putting numbers on the board while they just telling war stories. Don't play with the name, we coming for everything, you know how we rocking.

I'm still out here standing on business, moving silent through the section while these suckers just talk. They know the vibes when we slide, keeping it on me daily. Free the guys until they home, we ain't never folding on the block, staying ten toes down for the set.

Yeah, we still on that 7 street timing, blood. Pull up and you better check in or it's up. I'm really in the field, no cap, just left the block with that Smith and Wesson. Free the guys until they all home. We ain't playing no games, yeah.

We still putting belt to these niggets, they ain't got no rank in the streets. I’m sliding with the fully, catching face, and we don't do no talking. You a whole square trying to play the game, but you better respect the Gs before we bump it out.

Nigga we really in that field, catching niggas lacking in the Southeast. I'm on them scripts, got the ARP ready for the drill. They be talking like they active but they really hoes. We dropping pins and sliding with them skis on. Everything up, real Oakland shit.

Yeah, Mad Maxx, you can't feel like him if you ain't caught one Maneuver through the section that they at and leave it chalked up Gangsters move in silence, so I don't talk much Every drill I did, Jzzz, I walked up Baby, leave that nigga and come boss up Don't know what goin' on that block, but niggas aren't thugs Drac' thing, sendin' shots his way, lift his car up Gales makin' songs like he a stepper, he ain't marched once Can't watch the bro get on when we slidin' I know what I'm doin'

On the Gz I can't stand niggas, I feel like Lil Quack He spoke on pops, I pop cuz I'm with the double back We done puttin' belts to the opps, they had enough of that Spanked your homie, bout my homie, ain't no comin' back Percs got me fucked up, I can't feel shit If that ho don't pay niggas, she ain't no real bitch