PSG x FSG

This glock gon take his ass out like a date He was dissin' like shit so his ass got baked Buddy was geekin to slide, caught one to the face These young niggas rookies' Lil nigga can't relate He was like what's the plan? Lil' nigga just wait That boy got crank, so these niggas gon' hate got cracked in his head, throw his ass in the lake Got shot in his neck, cuz he reached my for my plate What the fuck is you shootin? That lil' ass blatt And I'm done playing games this shit ain't chess What happen to He caught one to the neck Niggas be bitchin', I swear they be snitchin' I turn to the fuckers, the bitches was tripping Don't fuck with you niggas, you niggas ain't crisp Tryna come to this and this shit get to flipping Got hit with that shit, got his lil ass snitching First niggas snitch, first niggas we blitzin Shit get to flying lil' nigga, I'm clickin Go pick up, yo man, lil' nigga, stop bitchin Why niggas cap on they live when these niggas rookies Can't run from this Drac, I'ma hit your ass through with a hoodie Ain't saying no names but the go bitch wanna eat like cookie Can't set me up, lil' bitch, I'm not geeked for pussy (Uh-huh, let's go, nigga) These young niggas sweet like juice I don't know who did it, but nigga, I knew Shit get to flying I'm going like a flute And I'm catching his brother, I ain't talkin' bout hoops And I'm bagging' his ass like I'm chasin' Luke Tryna backdoor me, and I'm callin' my troops These bullets going dive like a motherfuckin' Luke Got hit in his hip, and his ass can't see If I can't get you, then I'm bagging your crew That nigga want beef, lil' nigga, who is you Opp nigga mad, cause I fucked on his boo That boy is a runner he ran out his shoes He thought it was sweet, that nigga got hit out the blue His ass be tipping give his ass the boot (The boot nigga) (PSG, uh, FSG) 18 with a navy come make you some bread You think I'm a Vic , and I'm makin' you dead Grabbin' the D-Rose, aim' at his head I ball like I'm D-Rose, workin' my legs Uhh, these rap niggas rapping to rap Ran to the car, and got hit in his back Lil' bro on the wheel, all the opps got left Buddy ass got hit right in his chest Lil' cuz tryna breathe, fuck, niggas ain't hear bout (shh) He got put on a sleeve Robbing' shit, rich nigga on the block And I be servin' p's Stupid bitch, fuckin' up my play Man, you gotta go, Money over bitches Don't mean shit if you ain't got no dough Goofy bitch, actin' weird just know I'm kickin' down that door (It's PSG) (FSG) (He caught a face shot, I caught a body I'm out with the youngins, they be in that mazi)