Lyrics
Neighborhood is rough and livin' ain't easy
Streets is so mean 'bout to make a scene
Ooh, come and fuck with the Trap Lord
In the neighborhood with all my neighbors hood
Come in your crib and they blast for us, flowers in your casket
Semi-auto Tec finna leave a nigga wet, you asked for it
For it tore 'em, bitch came to his crib to allure him
It was all a part of the forum, fuck that nigga, take the stack and the Jordans
Give me you wanted the bitch ain't important
You saying she fire, the devil is scorching
Say bye to your momma say "Hi" to the coffin
You die from that Llama, you live near the Lord and
That why rain pouring, you want to [?] with me get marvined
You do or die be all in your touring
Claim you the shit you get flushed in the toilet
Your crew ain't gon' ride when is you coming
Who is this goon claiming he balling, 2 ain't ride if you pump in the morning
Riding with my top down 'bout to make a scene
Riding with my top down 'bout to make a scene
Riding with my top down 'bout to make a scene
Riding with my top down 'bout to make a scene
Blocka-blocka like them shottas, hit your poppa and your mother
Let your brother lick the blood up, talking shit you get another
(Motherfucker) Ready to start the ruckus
Take your supper, let the snubba, if you talking like you tougher