Any corner, any street, any town

King Street, no boy can this way

A weh dem wan do? Come violate we

Yo, you see where we come from?

We make boy family can't find dem

(Maneesh on the beat)

Telephone ringin', what the fuck them niggas say?

They don't want no smoke 'cause them killers on the way

Telephone ringin', what the fuck them niggas say?

Put them handguns up, nigga, we ain't come to play

We bringin' sticks (Baow, baow, baow)

We in the sticks (Grraow, baow, baow)

With the sticks

They tryna pin it on us, but it won't stick (Baow, baow)

It won't stick

Hello? Y'all niggas ain't gon' kill shit

I been bangin' thirty years and I'm still lit

Your Glock got that thing on it? Fuck that lil' shit

My granny was the first bitch with a real switch

I made Chris Brown a blood

that's somethin' y'all gotta deal with

So let Chris rock or I'll smack the fuck out Will Smith

And that's real shit, I ain't no actor

Ask around Bompton, they gon' tell you he a factor

They gon' tell you he ain't rap type

tell you he be trippin'

That he pop up out the blue

they ain't gon' say that he was Crippin'

Uh-uh, never was, never will be

And that right there'll make a fuckin' Crip kill me, mm

But my cousin ain't gon' stand for it

He from Avalon and they be strapped like Jansports

To live and die in LA, fuck you layin' for?

Chopper ridin' shotgun, fuck I need my hands for?

You outside? So is the homicide

So is the crash-outs and the YNs, they tryna die

For better words, it's gon' be a long summer

So tell the grim reaper he callin' the wrong number

Telephone ringin', what the fuck them niggas say?

They don't want no smoke 'cause them killers on the way

Telephone ringin', what the fuck them niggas say?

Put them handguns up, nigga, we ain't come to play

We bringin' sticks (Baow, baow, baow)

We in the sticks (Grraow, baow, baow)

With the sticks

They tryna pin it on us, but it won't stick (Baow, baow)

It won't stick

To who it may concern, keep my name out your mouth

And I'ma do my best to keep the gang out your house

'Cause I'm bang the fuck out

stay in your lane, run your route

'Fore I remember who I am and pull them

things out the couch, I swear to God

I feel like I was born at the wrong time

'Cause niggas don't stand on business like I stand on mine

So fuck friends, it's just me and this chrome 9

Don't make me click it like I'm

done with this phone time, nigga

I been smokin' Black & Milds since a child

So run your fuckin' fouls 'cause pussy niggas out of style

Caught him lackin', what's happenin'?

Where your homies at now?

Nigga reached in his jacket

hit him with the (Baow, baow, baow, baow)

Kick that nigga leg

Pat his pockets, make sure that nigga dead

Flip that nigga over, now he tryna crawl

With his phone in his hand, who the fuck you gon' call?

Telephone ringin', what the fuck them niggas say?

They don't want no smoke 'cause them killers on the way

Telephone ringin', what the fuck them niggas say?

Put them handguns up, nigga, we ain't come to play

We bringin' sticks (Baow, baow, baow)

We in the sticks (Grraow, baow, baow)

With the sticks

They tryna pin it on us, but it won't stick (Baow, baow)

It won't stick

Baow, baow, baow

Baow, baow, baow

Baow, baow, baow

Grraow, baow, baow