
Lyrics
Do we got a problem nigga? What's poppin fam?
We can do this shit right now, you know how I get down
Beat a nigga blue before I gun him down
Knock his face outta place with this 40 til he start jumpin round
Bitch I'm from North Dallas where we put bodies up underground
War ready with choppas, I might run a play with Uncle Sam
Fuck that, I heard that lil nigga flexin on Instagram
Cock back, flip that lil nigga til that bitch hit the ground
What's all the hatin for? Cause we shining and gettin rich as hell?
.38 Hit him so hard, gave that hoe sickle cell
A couple niggas switched up on me, I'm glad they did for real
Cause look at me, on like a bitch, watch how I give em hell
They isolatin my side of the city, you think we give a damn?
This gangland, North Gangland stand, shoot til the pistol jam
.44 Ready to ride on em when they be sleep
Ready to get up and hit up they street
I got killas who willin to do the whole team
Feel like I'm ready to put on a beam and go
Knock off a nigga that feel like I'm weak
I'm strapped with that 30, don't fuck with Lil
3, I won't let a lil nigga get stripes on a G
I'm ready to ride, stand up and look in my
Eyes, pull up in a coupe with that iron
These lil niggas lyin, know that they hate
Me inside, but know I won't stop til I die
Said that I was that vibe, bet I go cock
Em, block em, nigga know that I got ya
I rep for the mafia, team full of hittas, watch how they chop em up
You thinkin they stoppin us? That is a lie, fuck they apology
For thinkin that these rappers in Dallas was somewheres hot as me
Come shop with 3, I'm right around the corner where my lil partners be
I don't dance, but in your hoe pussy, I might just bop it, B
They say that lil nigga too gangsta, he always talkin street
They say I'm hot head, but I just ain't friendly, that's just how I be
VIP full of bad bitches, I'm with a flock of freaks
And know this, I will beat a bitch thinkin she plottin on me
My nigga say fuck all that cappin, lil bitch you got the streets
I told em this, since I started rappin, these niggas think I'm weak
That's for real nigga, shawty nigga
Wipe blood off my mufuckin gun nigga
I done pistol whipped this bitch ass nigga for 25 minutes straight
Fuck out this spot now nigga, fuck you talkin bout?
Red bandana around my head like a Indian
This a gangsta party so ain't no gettin in
These hoes say I'm wrong and never fail, I try to hit the friend
God let me make it home tonight, I know they wanna kill me
And everything a nigga talk about, just know I really live
And every shooter that you see around me, know they really will
Knock a nigga spine out of his back when I say so
Nigga I ain't lyin in none of my raps, you ain't safe hoe
What's up? What's up? What's happenin Big Sam nigga? Real talk
Don't say I'ma be lyin nigga
Bitch
HSA on that hoe, mafia nigga
Squad life nigga, I'm real mafia nigga
This North Gangland stand nigga, gangland nigga
You know what I'm talkin bout?
You made a news nigga, you know what I'm talkin bout?
You on record?
Are you still recordin? Fuck it
You bitch ass niggas don't quit playin with us nigga
We gon start right now nigga
You niggas can't come outside nigga
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