reekz ld no face no case but niggas see us blocka blocka lame boy said he on job manaman say they wanna catch me cause i made the estate run whole block looked like a track team mana still trap but i ain t a trap god i don t need no trap queen push white smash b still got beef on the pavements man makes hollow tips find him tell you bout nights on the go all day everyday grinding free bp out the jail slapped that corn at the sirens that s my brother a rider and he gets oh so violent no way no trace no case no face cah i just don t have one don t try talk about gwap when i know you ain t even got a bag one this that dimzy flow no difference yo put a hole in that one in that ding dong putting in work and it s a ghostly black one shotgun with the action shotgun there for the action manaman talk that jazz don t be there when it s spazzing young g said he on mazza young g said he wanna shank him young g there with a shank ting shank ting looks like aladdin s mana turn thriller jackson man hit em up like pac did patterned flattened malice man leave the crime scene vanish selling food i am man have got corn in iron man have got food iams man has got corn in iron man has got corn fry him work out with the work out niggas know i put the work out lurk round with the squirt out bet manaman turn down we ve got live corn for an opp boy got live corn for the sirens armed and dangerous wicked and bad and violent nobody s sliding step round there with the lifers bet everyone be silent like tell me where the talking now you young g s gone so quiet i raise my mash on the streets and i ve kicked mans head in with reekz i don t know about peace i m a real chef i pepper my beef i made one of them pussyholes run and the rest all followed like sheep i put in so much work on these opps i don t know how they re mentioning me i don t know how they re mentioning gang 44 s in a 4 door that was us that was letting it bang you filthy imposters like i don t know you wanna be man had rusty corn in the 4 s that day that shit didn t jam you heard a few click clicks then it banged i know everyone heard of big man tryna disperse looking all dumb with his name on his shirt they talk bout me on the street now look how much niggas been hurt i ve got am i ve got scales i move work but fuck the trap talk it s long i know m i know conz we drillers we jog might see us all on your block tryna put a face on a top it feels so right when i do a nigga wrong i was in tulse hill vibsing dropped bro corn for the 44 long you stupid justin biebers stress you out then you garn sing songs i walk on road with weight i ain t touching no gym cause that shit be long a thousand grams of am man i bruck it all down and i get it all gone 9 s 4 s 2 s anyhow man ll get that gone