Private Property lyrics

[Intro]
Want smoke? Well, b*tch, we want some more
Every time they see me, mm-mm-mm
Mm-mm-mm-mm, let them rockers go
(Slap)

[Verse]
These n*ggas f*ckin' up they name, I'm not okay with that
He gon' be mad when I put di*k all in lil' baby back
Top shelf, you n*ggas smokin' Cookie in lil' baby sacks
Had to take the Smith apart and clean it, tryna shake it back
You tryna give me five, you know what's up and I ain't shakin' that
I done did some sh*t I don't regret and I ain't takin' back
n*ggas actin' like they want me dead, I gotta stay with strap
b*tches get it too when I found out where n*ggas layin' at
pus*y n*ggas dissin' in them posts, I'm tryna up the score
Heard them n*ggas said they blowin' smoke, well, b*tch, we want some more
Met a Crip that liked the way I rocked, he tried to put me in
With due respect, I bang 1100 for my n*ggas gone
pus*y ho, make you stuff this Glock up in your pus*y hole
What's poppin', woad? n*ggas touch my blood, we lettin' choppas go
I'm a G.O.A.T., f*ck who actin' scared 'cause, n*gga, I'm a G.O.A.T.​
My mama know, I copped another chop, this b*tch Geronimo
It's time to go, dish them shooters home, we down to slide for sure
Drivin' through my 'jects with cameras out, them n*ggas slide for show
pus*y n*gga said they pumpin' steam, well, b*tch, we want some more
I ain't tryna paint a n*gga shirt, I'm tryna touch his throat
b*tch n*gga, watch the way you talk if you ain't really cut
Big dog, I'm a big down, you n*ggas really pups
If we spare your life to get your brother, you might give him up
f*ck that, you could drop me off, ain't gotta pick me up
And leave me walkin' through that b*tch like I was born and raised
You stick your nose up in this sh*t and catch an early grave
Hell nah, we don't wait for night, you could get popped today
f*ck that, find me seven bags and send 'em out today
Them n*ggas hurt I got a check, they say they robbin' me
Armed and dangerous like I own a private property
Woofin' 'til it's time to go to war, you n*ggas casualties
Raised in the bricks, f*ck your gang, free the faculty
b*tch n*gga, you ain't never lived what you rappin' bout
I lost my dog and set us up and took the savage route
n*ggas dyin' young around this b*tch, I got my ratchet out
Couple n*ggas playin' both sides, tryna hatch it out
But I can't change up on my n*ggas, it's forever that
I give a f*ck who say they real, these n*ggas f*ck with rats
I got some people out the way to catch these Cookie packs
That's fifty thousand in all dubs what you lookin' at
Cutthroat, we the n*ggas sleeze at your front door
Uh-oh, I heard that n*gga workin' with the po-po
Spin time, I be with that cinco like I'm ocho
Oh, no, I can't leave my strap, that's a no-no
Hold on, n*gga talkin' hands, he gettin' stole on
First down, I'm throwin' bullets, pus*y n*gga, go long
n*ggas never talk about the sh*t that they done prolonged
Back when we was yellin', "Gold hearts," you used to go home
b*tch
[Outro]
pus*y ho, make you stuff this Glock up in your pus*y hole
What's poppin', woad? n*ggas touch my blood, we lettin' choppas go
I'm a G.O.A.T., f*ck who actin' scared 'cause, n*gga, I'm a G.O.A.T.​​
My mama know I copped another chop, this b*tch Geronimo