untitled 001 - Jerm, SSGKobe

Yeah, yeah, huh, huh, ya' dig?

Yeah, yeah, huh, huh, hahaha, doo-doo-doo

Yeah, yeah, huh, huh, haha-haha

Yeah, hey, huh, huh, phew

Walk in the trap with a whole lot of artillery

Why would I let these lil' niggas come get to me?

Why is it that all of my friends turn to enemies?

Why is it that all of my family depend on me?

Why did I spend five bands on some denim jeans?

I know these niggas who broke, are you kidding me?

She give that Mortal Kombat head, come finish me

Kick us up off of the court, we all in th streets

I abide by my gang, I’ma abide by my guys

If he run on th gang then you know he gon' die

And we smokin' on gas, bitch you know that I’m high

If a nigga talk shit then you know we gon' slide

And I walk in the trap with that Glock on my side

And I beat up the kitchen, I’m whippin' up pots

And I’m smokin' on gas 'til I’m high in the sky

Yeah, phew

Phew

Yeah, huh, whole lot of racks on me, yeah

Whole lot of racks on these jeans, yeah

I smoke the pack, serve it to the fiend, yeah

I smoke a pack, serve it to the fiend, yeah

(Hey, hey, hey)

I abide by my gang, I’ma abide by my guys

If he run on the gang then you know he gon' die

And we smokin' on gas, bitch you know that I’m high

If a nigga talk shit then you know we gon' slide

And I walk in the trap with that Glock on my side

And I beat up the kitchen, I’m whippin' up pots

And I’m smokin' on gas 'til I’m high in the sky

Woo-woo, woo-woo

Woo-woo, woo-woo