Fuck You!

Boys been playing with me, too much bro

(what you gon do my nigga), I'm ready to make noise

(you ready dog) pretty much, (let me pop this trunk nigga) uh-huh

(check out this AK-47 assault rifle nigga, check out the bodack on this hoe

Fully automatic nigga what you gon do, give me a thousand dollars)

That's a machine (give me a thousand dollars it's you my nigga)

That's a grown man, (I tell you what, give me fifteen hundred)

I got it right here (Give me fifteen hundred I'll give you two

One hundred round barrel clips, a infrared and a lazer beam nigga

You god damn on point what you gon do, fifteen hundred)

I'm a mark me a nigga, (sold nigga)

Boys done played with me too much, know I'm tal'n bout

[Mr. 3-2]

Slide checkers I'm a rider, to the end

Homicider, clap a fool with the mack 10

In the wind on the Interstate, I come with ya

Hope your grandma and T-lady, got a picture

Cause that's the last sight, they gon see

Fucking with the killer gorilla, G-O-V

I'm a marksman got a rifle, with a scope

Infrareds on your head, for real folks

No joke, in the jungle or concrete

Niggaz die, everyday and every week

Don't speak, unless you got some good to say

My disciples, love to have pistol play

Anyday or anytime, that you wanna

Make it light on yourself, cause you's a goner

California, got that good H2O

That make me wanna kill, a nigga-ro

[Hook - 2x]

I'ma slide ya cause I'm a rider, with a pistol

Let hot ones come at ya, like a missile

Nigga fuck you, and what you claim

Cause I'll merk your bitch ass, when I got you in the aim

[Mr. 3-2]

You in my aim in my scope, got my beam on your throat

Too late it's no hope, my nigga I'm cut throat

Got dope, bitch whatever your ass need

Any funny bidness, your ass gon bleed

Yes indeed, 2-2-3's start busting

You ain't talking bout nothing, who's up for the fucking

Like wet pussy, on a stormy night

Put my foot up your ass, when it's time to fight

Get it right, and take that mug off your face

Fo' it get replaced, with a lil' skee taste

Of buck shots, flying into your direction

Street game weapon, always keep wrecking

On deck, with mark ass fools in check

Play pussy get fucked, baby that's a bet

Now I'm upset, mo'fuckers running me hot

So I let the top down, and spray the whole block

[Hook - 2x]

[Lil' Keke]

Ok fuck what you claim, and fuck where you hang

Not a Crip or a Blood, just a thug in the game

Screwed Up Click, Don Ke is the name

And bust a nigga melon, cause it really ain't a thang

I'm red dots and scopes, for you and your kin folk

And I'll let the chopper chop, until the hammer is broke

I got that G coast shit, make me do a mob hit

That mob you talking with, it can get your wig split

He gon fold if I'm work him, hide if I jerk him

S.U.C. G-O-V, please don't merk him

I'll slide ya don't make me hide ya, we some riders

Afghan and purple kush, really gets me higher

Real nigga, thug thizzle for shizzle

Don't make me fuck around, and hit ya with the missile

So fuck you, cause you don't know bout me

It's Street Game/Presidential, and courtesy C.M.G.

[Hook - 2x]