Lyrics
Wow, we can still see the flame!
And there's the water
Sick Gang shit, hang with the dead
And here's how I control the lights
Hopping out the coupe, bloody red
Sick gang shit, hang with the dead
Hopping out the coupe, bloody red
Shooter on the roof, aim at yo head
Hopping out da roof walk with the dead
Sick gang shit, hang with the dead
Hopping out the coupe, bloody red
Shooter on the roof, aim at yo head
Ay, I'm hopping out da roof walk with the dead
Falling out my pocket, no lint
Tell me what you see
You can see a reflection on the glass
Sick gang shit, hang with the dead
Like a mirror, right?
See it right there? Mhm, I can see it, mhm
Green green falling out my pocket, no lint
(Aim) Aim for the top, not no legs
Sick gang shit, hang with the dead
Smoking dope, got my eyes bloody red
Diamonds in my B.B. belt, they glist
In a foreign, sliding down with extra clips
In a foreign, sliding down with my goth crip
And a young nigga balling like the Clippers
Left wrist water, oh he just rerocked
Dirty diamonds on left wrist like brick of rock
Pull up bleeding and I'm dripping on the block
Pull up bleeding, dripping on the block, gripping on this Glock
