My Lil N*ggas

If you talkin' shit, I lay you down (bang, bang)
Nothin' but semis, and Aks, a hundred rounds (bang-bang)
Own a lot of guns, I'm cashin' out
Show these fuck niggas what we 'bout (bang-bang)

Pull up on they blocks, get to bustin' (bang, bang-bang)
Shoot a nigga, then act like it's nothin'
O blockin', 300, we comin' (O Block)
Them the hoods, and (DJ K and Danceshout got the music)

"You ain't got sense or somethin'?" What? (Your number one trap supplier)
Chopper bullets, click-clack, spittin' on 'em (rraah!)
Dissin' us, you ain't got sense or somethin'? (Huh?)
Chopper bullets, click-clack, spittin' on 'em

My lil' niggas with the shits don't play around (300)
Grab that chopper, grab that K, a hundred rounds (rraah!)
If you actin' really tough, I'll lay you down (I'll lay you down)
If you holdin' onto work, I take you down (I take you down)

My lil' niggas with the shits don't play around (300, 300)
Grab that chopper, grab that K, a hundred rounds (rraah! Rraah!)
If you actin' really tough, I take you down (I take you down)
If you holdin' onto work, I take you down (I take you down)

If you holdin' onto work, I take you down (I take you down)
My lil' niggas with the shits don't play around (don't play around)
We see with that chopper, hold a hundred rounds (rraah!)
Sosa with the shits, he let 'em guns sound (ba-so-po!)

If you actin' really tough, I blow you down (bang)
Run up in yo' spot, and lay you down (and lay you down)
Everybody on the floor, don't make a sound (don't make a sound)
Shoot them bullets, and we aimin' at your mind (bang-bang)

Shoot them bullets, and we aimin' at your mind (bang-bang)
A couple stacks up on yo' head, don't waste no time (graah!)
A couple stacks up on yo' head, don't waste no time (graah!)
My lil' niggas with the shits don't play around (don't play around)

My lil' niggas with the shits don't play around (300)
Grab that chopper, grab that K, a hundred rounds (rraah! Rraah!)
If you actin' really tough, I'll lay you down (I'll lay you down)
If you holdin' onto work, I take you down (I take you down)

My lil' niggas with the shits don't play around (300, 300)
Grab that chopper, grab that K, a hundred rounds (rraah! Rraah!)
If you actin' really tough, I take you down (I take you down)
If you holdin' onto work, I take you down (I take you down)

My lil' niggas with the shits, bitch, this the crowd (this the crowd)
All my niggas, we up in this bitch, it's goin' down (down)
And if he actin' like he holdin', then we take him down (we need that)
Ride around, blowin' loud, fuck hoes by the crowd

I can't trust a soul, so, I bought a hundred round (100 round)
Silencer up on the 30, that bitch don't make a sound (nah)
I can't fuck with new niggas, move 'em 'round
If he actin' like he tough, them guns will turn him down (down)

Mouth duct-taped, I don't make a sound (nah)
We what's up, she'll fuck on the man now
Hit a lick, bust a move, shoot straight out of town
We what's up, she'll fuck on the man now

My lil' niggas with the shits don't play around (300)
Grab that chopper, grab that K, a hundred rounds (rraah! Rraah)
If you actin' really tough, I'll lay you down (I'll lay you down)
If you holdin' onto work, I take you down (I take you down)

My lil' niggas with the shits don't play around (300, 300)
Grab that chopper, grab that K, a hundred rounds (rraah! Rraah!)
If you actin' really tough, I take you down (I take you down)
If you holdin' onto work, I take you down (I take you down)



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Writer(s): Terrase Robinson
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