Done It all Freestyle

Gang Ayy man, look man, I'm TooTurnt Gang, man Y'all already knew that though, on foenem What the fuck? I'm from Ten Block, we don't dick ride Took a few L's, we can't let shit slide Glock gon' work, don't care about his side I ain't just losin' my top, I been fried In the trap spot, where your bitch hide Finally caught one opp, he should've been died I'm from one block, I don't switch sides To survive I could give you a quick guide Better duck when this four-fifth rock He ain't with us see the bitch in his eyes Just us on the forefront, run on big guys Run up on us, I don't think that shit wise I'm the one that went platinum three times in the trenches That's why I'm the top in the 'Raq Early mornings, yeah, I had to grind to go get it Was checkin' the profit from crack I'm surrounded by shooters and killers, every time that I hop in the 'Lac Since a youngin' knew I was that nigga, that ain't him so it's prolly an act Wooski will make shit scary, just one deep We put the belt on your shit like your auntie You think I'm cappin', well, lil' nigga, come see They undercover like 21 Jump Street I'm recordin' the bros, they noddin' off lean They gon' try to play like they want sleep I took off in a race like Lightning McQueen Still let off the K, let my gun speak Who the fuck want smoke with us? Go to war, blicks loadin' up And my lil' niggas trained to kill, so their hearts been cold as fuck They been goin' through pain for real, catch a opp', they know wassup We'll leave his lil' ass by his trainin' wheels Tryna hop in this shit, you ain't old enough (uh) Big brodie, you tweakin' on this bitch (uh) But you know how we do it though Let me go and get they ass one time Come here, where you going? Bitch Uh, uh Park the V, bounce out, the first nigga I catch I'ma make him a pack (where you going?) Old dude 'posed to be y'all breadwinner How you let his dumbass get whacked? (Like what?) Wooski on X in the back of the 'Lac (no bap) Roc tryna ride and he screamin' it's that (where you going?) Reach for a diamond, Trench gon' up it And bust it, then get a fuck nigga right back (grrah) Think walkin' shit down, my favorite sport (like what?) Fuck the opps, show no remorse (no bap) Die 5, we crackin' the forks If lil' nigga playin', we lightin' a torch (where you going?) We wet shit up like drench, uh, drum all out of that blitz (no bap) I'm steady hopin' he die with his wit' his lil' mans Spin back and grant 'em a wish Lil' Trench known for walkin' shit down (like what?) We wet 'em up and then watch 'em drown (no bap) Brand new choppa, I'm lovin' the sound (like what?) Hunnid round drum, unlimited rounds (where you going?) He felt the switch and went turnin' to God His soul was lost, and now that shit found (no bap) Told Ms. Nancy, I'm sorry for wakin' the neighbors But this damn Drac' too loud (like what? Like what?) Nigga, all my bags heavy, I'm gettin' money Come try to roll up on us while I'm holdin' this mag steady, you must be a dummy Got like a hundred on us, all my guys ready, wrap shit like a mummy I don't be givin' no fuck, I heard he died, I'm petty, I think that it's funny, uh This real life, I ain't cappin' on Pro Tools Renegade, we don't fuck with them old dudes Man these niggas be movin' like hoes MAC or the Glock, I'll let my lil' bro choose I was pushin' the pack by my old school Had the shit for the low, like Whole Foods In this shit I could prolly be gone soon Mine or yours in the street, them cold rules Uh, nigga where your shooters at? (Like what?) Uh, nigga where your shooters at? (Grrah) Uh, nigga where your shooters at? (Where they at? Nigga) Ayy, Cap, man, where the fuck his shooters at? (Where they at? Nigga)