Independence Day lyrics

[Intro]
C'mon man
I'm finna get back on that old Rooga sh*t
Yeah, Scrapp Gang
Free Beans
Free Cleon
You know the rest

[Verse 1]
It's all fun in games till I let that ruger burst
And they get you a shirt, and put you in dirt
Keep the laundry clean, cause we doing dirt
And ain't no such thing as shooting back
Cause we blowing first
And if you want any smoke
Tell em slide on 58th St
Steady been in blocks
Boy we on our 58th street
We hopping out, green laser
Aiming where that face be
And once you drop, walk up
And give his ass a 8-piece
And we 1 up, tell them pus*y n*ggas run up
Boy you better pick the gun up
And we ain't worried bout no n*gga tryna come blow
Cause we be out till the sun up
I had to grind and do this sh*t the independent way
When that trigger squeeze, it's gon' sound like Independence Day
Trapping hard, fiends hit the line
Cause I'm trapping hard
Get out of line, that MAC'll spark
And send his stupid ass to God
And ain't no shooting out of car
We walking up on n*ggas
Ain't got no sympathy for yo homies, n*gga
f*ck yo n*ggas
Keep a .30 on me, no calendar
Shoot the driver up, till he scratch it up
When he crash it up, shoot the passenger
And look at the score, and tell em add it up
Y'all don't know how we move, n*gga
This .40, it'll go through two n*ggas
f*ck with real n*ggas, no fu n*ggas
Them "already know what to do" n*ggas
[Hook]
If you represent your gang, and you a real n*gga
Throw that sh*t up
It ain't sh*t for me to break down a dead opp
And roll that sh*t up
Last night, we went opp shopping
And we tore that b*tch up
If I had a bomb, n*ggas know
That I'll blow that b*tch up

[Verse 2]
It ain't sh*t for me to up bacon
And let that Glock blow
If you ain't tryna get money or shoot
f*ck you out here on the block for
Better dodge me like a pothole
Scope his ass from the top floor
If he want beef, hit up MOB
Send a couple shells at his taco
Have killas all at the front door
Waiting on him just to unload
When that gun blow, it's a gun show
That b*tch sound like a drumroll
When that semi-automatic pump fold
That's a f*ckin' round with a dumb hoe
Aye, Scrapp Gang
I got n*ggas in the system doing time for this sh*t
Had to get to the money, got no time for a b*tch
Cause I'm trying to get rich, I gotta grind for this sh*t
Used to rob and hit licks to put a shine to my wrist
Now all I f*ck with is killas and they running loose
And I'm strapped with that tool, you can make the news
Got folks in the back strapped, so don't front yo move
When I point the move, you gon think I had a point to prove
We got 50 shots, ain't no running from these choppa shells
And we Hemi'd up, just in case we gotta bail
And we gon celebrate, cause we got a kill
Now them pus*y ass n*ggas don't know how to feel
[Hook]
If you represent your gang, and you a real n*gga
Throw that sh*t up
It ain't sh*t for me to break down a dead opp
And roll that sh*t up
Last night, we went opp shopping
And we tore that b*tch up
If I had a bomb, n*ggas know
That I'll blow that b*tch up