Scottie Pippen - Ayo Spazz

Hunnid Jordan Streetz Pippen (Streetz) Y'all know how we bleed Bloodyyyyy Gang (Hunnid) Tune in or get tuned the fxxx out (Streetz) Lets Get it (Hunnid) Lets do it Bunch of full clips on bullsxxx and in Chi-Raq we like Jordan Pippen Catch you on the rebound like Dennis Rodman But I'm Steve Kerr with the long distance Glock cocked for the cop ops But thinking out the box like the border missing Its gang gang where we gang bang and we slang cane nxxxx for a living Pump loud like a stage crowd left Streetz with the water whipping Yay and meth portray a chef we be in and out all sorts of kitchens Exports to the imports I be doing all sorts of shipping I'll fxxx your cousin and your sister too Nxxxx I be doing all sorts of pimpin (Streetz) These nxxxx just want attention me and Hunnid just handle business Ain't no mission impossible so we ain't stopping until its finished In the kitchen I'm such a chemist We setting records we should be in Guinness Achieve goals paid in full ain't no Ricos That's only with those freak hxxx we equal Ace and Mitch Jordan and Pippen take your pick 12 come we solid nxxxx hell nah we ain't saying shit Oppositions get sprayed down just like mosquitoes we offin shit All my nxxxx on point and we passing bullets just like assist (Hunnid) Trust me ima real nxxxx and I don't need you to verify Get caught with the pounds on me it go down on me like Jeremih Adding money subtracting ops let the body count multiply Hit a stain and the chopper bang then we use his main for a alibi Shout out to ZackTV we hang where it ain't televised Weather man reigning terror hit your block then I terrorize 11-8 11-4 and im riding to the motor dies SB Double C G I ain't really worried about these other guys (Streetz) Don't be surprised you nxxxx should open your eyes You got told on by one of your guys Tough talking be lies real Gs move in silence So my hitters move in signs Like them Navy Seals pop up yo cap will get peeled No witness we come in disguise we lurking on drills Really so don't come outside haha we leave mamas crying We hungry for real you see it up in my eyes Ain't talking no burger and fries If ain't a mill ain't no way I'm gonna sign Until then its more homicides We in the field think what I'm saying ain't real Come see us and you meet the steel 187 nxxxx thats murder death kill Fxxx it cause thats how I feel, bloody (Hunnid) Streetz Pippen just without the nose Hunnid Jordan just without the rings Get the word out you try to ride on us Then we stretch you out like a limousine Blood stretch from the Wild Hundreds Robert Taylor Cabrini Green Black hawk on me if he feeling fly I'll leave a nxxxx with a broken wing Red beams, green beams let the slugs go stop a nxxxx No suwhoo but we blood gang when the flame on I'm Flocka nxxxx For the Guwop let the tool pop flip a nxxxx like a cartwheeler Everybody wanna gang bang but nobody wanna march with us (Streetz) End of story everybody wanna feel the glory Hell nah y'all ain't important We put in work and y'all getting extorted And plus we don't fxxx with fxxxx nxxxxx More than that we don't trust nxxxx suspect butt kissers Move around cause we don't fxxx with ya pxxxxxx Gang

Yeah, Southside I go nuts on Southside Beats Baby, okay Super Bowl ring, we ballin' hard, we won the championship Everybody got somethin' to say when I ain't even ask 'em shit Bunny rabbit broke, take a brick and do a magic trick A hundred racks a show, get on the stage and do a backwards flip (yeah) I'm in L.A. with some real Crips I want Stella McCartney, this real drip Cartier on my face with the wood tear Put the knife on the K, it's the real deal Make 'em get out this bitch like a fire drill If I won't hit a bitch then the guys will I've been on it, today, I took five pills I'ma run up them M's 'cause it's God's will How you gon' check me? She like my gangsta, she wanna arrest me She wanna sex me (yeah) I had to block her, she know not to text me Comin' at you niggas 3D They gon' put this shit on repeat Everything I say, they repeat Any nigga try to sneak diss I ain't gon' say nothin' back, yeah I'ma keep gettin' these racks, yeah When you speak 'bout me, speak facts, yeah Got an FN on the kickback, yeah Big nose, hood on the demon Big to the streets, I'm a deacon They wouldn't even peep what I was preachin' They just wanna see me with the leaches Big ballers, I ain't in the bleachers Courtside, high five the ref Codeine got me talkin' to myself Blowin' up, I'm blowin' out my belt Richest top five, nah, for real Only 25 before the deal Every time we slide, a nigga kill I just hope to God that they appeal G5 sittin' in the cell He 'bout to come (came home) I got this money on me right now I don't even answer my phone (put 'em on) I had these bitches in state to state They tryna give me some play (leave me alone) They know that I ain't got time to waste I'm tryna get in their face (I'm goin' home) I might just give you a couple of dollars And make sure you good on a model (good) They know they'll probably gon' see me again Unless I'm in the Benz I put the Forgiatos on the car Mickey Thompsons on the truck I got the money, I'm runnin' it up And I've been puttin' it up (them M's)