On the dead homies Woah on the dead homies Woah on the dead homies Yeah on the dead homies Woah We been dripping, we been popping I turn my homies into something My niggas Jack boys, ain't no Trav gang I don't f*ck with 3 k's, ain't got no clan I love blue cheese, I'm feeling like Nipsey Husstle the game, I just double up I got my chains on, bitch I'm flashy F*ck these wack ass niggas, I ain't kidding A nigga fresh out of the jail and call me I'm a big og, respect me nigga I'm 20 years gang member, f*ck you nigga I know the street shit, you ain't shit nigga Everybody know me in the hood nigga I said, you ain't doin none for your family right now so, sit your ass down 2 am, we still in the streets Looking for some problems Jump in the car, looking for a liquor store Yo fool let's rob this shit Man f*ck this shit you pick wrong chips Chill in the street with 2 bitches and 3 homies He said you ready big dawg I said what you mean He kicked the door up I'm like oh shit They started screaming and shit I'm like f*ck it