Recuperate

Gang!
 Ayy, ayy
 (Kid Wond3r, you made this beat too? Damn) No Hooks, Part II, bitch you know I'm rockin', nigga
 Get your guns up, get your funds up
 You on that opp shit, get mop stick, bitch
 Out west 290 shit, YSN young street nigga
 Ayy, gang
 Ayy, ayy
 All my niggas gangbang, fuck the other side
 Just bought a choppa, now I'm fiendin' for a homicide
 Flyest nigga livin', I give bitches butterflies
 You a street nigga? Boy, your ass don't even come outside
 Get my street sweepers, coroners come and pick my trash up
 Made it rain in the club, hoes pickin' cash up
 Big body, rims rub, nigga this a fast truck
 Brian Urlacher, bitch, you know I got my sacks up
 Four MACs in this Q7, this a Mack truck
 Big bitch do a split, drop it, bring it back up
 When we doin' shows, all the hoes, they attack us
 Yeah, we ball, but you fouled out, you shouldn't have hacked up
 Tote a strap, nigga, so don't get clapped, nigga
 I ain't got time to box with you, I don't wanna scrap with you
 You was sleepin' on me well you shouldn't have took a nap nigga
 I got you and I know you want your lick back, nigga
 I'm from out west, we don't go to kickbacks, nigga
 My gun big but it don't got a kickback, nigga
 I rock designer, everything mismatched, nigga
 She get lost with me, I know you want your bitch back, nigga
 I'm ballin' hard, you can have her back, I'm tossin' her, Randy Mossin' her
 Bust a nut on her and make her sister lick it off of her
 I can't cuff that bitch, no, I'm not a police officer
 Got a lot of haters but the glizzies keep them off of us
 Gucci, Louis denim, boy, you still rockin' Hollister
 Hit the mall with my dawgs and we buy a lot of stuff
 If my brother shoot ya, I'ma shoot you, it's a lot of us
 Should've worn a vest, .223 bullets chop you up
 He say he gettin' money but the numbers never add up
 If you say you real, what the fuck you got to act for?
 You ain't down to kill, what the fuck you got a strap for?
 You ain't chasin' mils, what the fuck you serving packs for?
 I fucked her and her friend, made that bitch call for backup
 You ain't heard about that last nigga that got clapped up?
 Wanna end up like that last nigga tryna act tough?
 Addin' money to my stash house and let it stack up
 I'm ridin' with this baby choppa 'cause I'm ruthless
 Rims blow your bitch a kiss you squarer than a deep dish
 Get 'em straight up out that water yeah like a sea fish
 Hit your block, then we double back, that's a remix
 I spray the K then I get ghost like I'm Casper
 Niggas broke, but I ain't, what I need a cast for?
 Don't be stupid, boy, you know what we get on your ass for
 No face, no case, what you think I got my mask for?
 I-I-I heard niggas on that hate shit
 These-these-these niggas broke, gotta face it
 I-I roll me up a Swisher and I face it
 My-my rims big, made my car look like a spaceship
 I-I just bought another Draco with that K clip
 I aim it at your nose, give your ass a face lift
 If you ain't talkin' money, I don't want your conversation
 I just wanna fuck you bitch, I don't want your relations
 Stick to that G-code you don't know your combination
 Them-them-them choppa bullets stoppin' your blood from circulatin'
 The feds tryin' stoppin' my trap from percolatin'
 But meanwhile, I'm out of town, recuperatin'