Los Awesome

I'm a groovy type nigga, rather two-step with you

Pants sagging, rag dragging, rather gangbang with you

Triggers squeeze, throw a palette, throw them thing-things with you

Hot degrees, anti-freeze, chilling cool-cool with you

Chilling cool-cool with you

Hot degrees, anti-freeze, chilling cool-cool with you

Chilling cool-cool with you

Pants sagging, rag dragging, do my gangbang with you

Groovy nigga, jumped off of the peg

Forced by my third leg

Plead the fifth, no L's, no whips, backyard full of Crips

Barbecues and county blues, this Hoover gangster be the shit

It ain't much up on our list, shoot the killer and hit the licks

Get NUT up out the bitch, gangbanging, fuck a clique

Yup, I'm looking for a scrap

See, my cripping done spread around the world

Well, his top be low, his bottom is the reefer

Looking like the reaper in your driveway

Strays through your living room

Liable to drive-by on a summer day

July 4th will be in June

Block ten block ten block ten bla ba bum

The sound of the drum, the sound that crips and bloods know

Block ten block ten block ten bla ba bum

The sound that the drums seen

Don't make me put a lean to a nigga spleen

Shells through a nigga (bariiing-riing-riiing)

Stop a dream in its tracks beam down

Little boy now, dream little boy, dream

Coke go in the pot, arm and hammer body

A$AP.Rocky, want it I could get it

Onion in my pocket like the booty on a midget

Diamond on my rollie teach a nigga how to fridge it

Looking at the time, been winning for a minute

See my neck co-defendant, what's the problem?

Seen the souls long gone before I got them

He was dead before I shot him, it's the reaper

Tell me more about it in the gutter

Where it started with the cripping

Blue on campus know it happened

Tell me more about it in the gutter

Where it started with the cripping

Then the bloods done got it brackin' (Suwoo!)

I'm just an Eastside nigga

Where them niggas say "Show you what it be like, nigga"

Roll 'em up, light 'em up like a street light, nigga

Follow me, I can show you what these streets like, nigga

Handle bars, ever swing, guns blow like dusty winds

Spend a band, push his wig back when that revolver spins

Toe tag 'em, false flagging like it's all good

Tell niggas tee off like Tiger Woods, where you from?

We never heard of ya, walking with the murderers

Niggas that'll murder ya, steal you like a burglar

Seen the souls long gone before I got them

He was dead before I shot him, it's the reaper