Ten Four

Y'all say you got Fredo and Reese on camera

How did y'all get my info?

Hello? Who is this? (you been the one that we in to)

I don't sell drugs, I ain't a plug

My background from y'all was plenty of guns

(You ain't the focus, and you bogus

I seen your ass on plenty of runs)

Mama called, said cops kicked the door

Not lookin' for me lookin' for bro

That Phantom y'all had came back stolen

In the trunk three sets, 36 over

Thirty bricks, pure shit no remix

Address came back to her shit

You a striker, three strikes, he out and it ain't no fight

Call cell partner why?

Hit 9 with a manslaughter, damn

And his bond two million dollars flat

I don't care cause I'mma make it right back

And the feds they all on my back

Turned that street money into rap

And these niggas trippin', these niggas bitchin'

Got em all in your trap

Nah!

First 48 that's a homi, had 40, had Tommy

Two flats got my zombie, one flat that's a body

In my mind smoke Bobby, we ain't a gang we a family

Niggas wearin' "oh my", niggas spray and niggas die

Phone tapped up, niggas say Durk nigga when they jam up

Call Fredo, bring the pounds up

Built 300 from the ground up, war time then we round up

How you snitch, doin' five months

I'm leaning dry like I'm smoking five blunts

I can have all the bricks I want

I can have all the guns I want

Niggas tell but I want

Out of sight, out of mind

Head shots then I'm out of town

Pull a tec if you out of bounds

Whole hood let a hundred rounds

Now he dead, now he underground

You ain't a star nigga you underground

Err err'body know he runnin' wild,

Err err err'body know I'm a problem child

Let's get it!