I'm amazing, I'm crazy the hood dun made me feel like my emotions are froze I stay "G'd Up", Its the things the I dun seen and the shit I've been through that made my heart turn cold I stay "G'd Up", I'm a gangsta ya find out for sure if you ever step on

I will not change for shit, I got my name from this Screamin' out gang gang gang gang gang I do this shit for the gang I didn't get in this for fame Nigga ain't takin' my chain I'ma stand firm with my name They say you get money, you change I got the

You can miss me with that fake shit How you real but writin' statements? Money in my hands, spend it all then I replace it My gang in the buildin', we came up from dirty basements Nigga try to beef with us, we left him in the pavement Take a puff and all

Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James This other type of money even make me nervous I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving Work, work, work, work, work Stephen Curry, Under Armour on my gang They

They, they talking that That gangsta shit They ain't about that Man, matter of fact Hand me my strap Show me where they at I'll stop 'em from talking like that Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit Acting like my money ain't no good in the hood; you

You niggas know my pyroclastic flow You niggas know my pyroclastic flow flow You niggas know my pyroclastic flow it's R-A-W, R-A-W You looking at the grand wizard, war lord vocal chord so vicious And I don't have to show riches to pull up pull off with

Me and my dawgs break laws (Laws) 21 Gang 'til I fall (Fall) Had to put a bitch on pause (Pause) You could get hit in the jaw (Your jaw) The chopper can hit all of y'all (Straight up) Your brother, your goldfish and dog (All) Most of my niggas just rob

And my eyes so low, soon as I walk in I got a joint rolled you know that I'mma spark it That's why I ride so slow, me and my gangsters I hear 'em talkin' like they livin' but they ain't us Pockets, they swole I won't leave here alone, came here with no

Bitch you got me fucked up Came with my whole gang 20 of us walked up Fuck you mean you need to see ID? What you mean? Have the owner come and get me Talkin' shit, you tryna start what? Better have them bottles ready If not, bitch you got me fucked up

(Ah summer nights) Summer nights and my radio Well that's all we need, baby, don'tcha know? We celebrate when the gang's all here In the heat of the summer Ain't no way I'm sittin' home tonight