Artist: → SB MOB
Verse 1
SB Quisey
Keep all my chakras in line
Them niggas mugging me
They got me clutching on my iron
It’s a cold world and niggas don’t make it a lot
Especially in my city
Man the youngest niggas dying
No love for no pig
I ain’t depending on them sirens
Smoking on that gas it helps me to relax my mind
Hit a nigga with that 9
Smoking on that Cali piff
Put the flame up to that bitch
Shroomies got me trippin fool
I ain’t clutching on my tool
I will put a end to you
High off them drugs
Gang be bucking in the club
Steezing posted like a thug
Chiefin on that fire leaf
Clutching on my tool
Ain’t no nigga disrespecting me
I will release the hallow Weaponry
I don’t know why thesе niggas like to step to me
I rеlease and leave em in the street like sesame
Boy you ain’t no fucking g
Why is you testing me
Get sent on a one way trip
Straight to heaven g
Bitch I rep the gang
The gang the gang
The gang gang
Hitting them stangs
Hit a nigga with the flame
Hook: with the flame the flame the flame the flame the flame the flame
Verse 2
SB Nate
Fuck that nigga and his team
I’ll say it on yo turf
And if we got a fucking problem
You know that them chevys durk
On yo fuckin stupid ass
Now you gotta feel the wrath
Of a god
Fuck that bitch
Ima a titan in my city
Filled with violence
But we don’t hear no sirens
All we hear is choppaz chopping
Bodies pulling kids is dying
Niggas is wilding
My city is drowning
You know nothing bout it
The screaming the Hollering
Of all of them dying
I swear y’all know nothing about it
These niggas is bout it
These niggas is heated
My city is filled with all this havoc
My city neglected
Choppa bullets get ejected
Kids is dying from smithenwesten
You niggas ain’t learn yo lesson
Hard head makes a soft ass
But it’s softer when them bullets
Hitting thru the glass