More Maniacs - Giggs, Young Spray, Boost

No man can speak to my squad

Fam I’ll squeeze off a shot

Let you reasoning with God

Still Pecknarmed off, I ain’t leaving the block

Got the black bandana plus the P on my top

The black hammer don’t freeze on the job

Make a bitch nigga scream from the shop

Fling down my ting then breeze off the spot

Keep it on a low, don’t speak to the cops

Niggas best fear when the gun rise

I don’t wanna see tears in your dumb eyes

Have a nigga in the air when the slugs fly

You don’t wanna be there if the gun sky

In a different league, done with the dumb knives

Fuck a dumb hype, load up on dumb lives

So don’t make me have to roll up on dumb guys

'Cause I dump nice, leave your body slumped right

Packaging white

Packaging white

Look to the left of me, the matic’s in sight

Matic’s in sight

Matic’s in sight

Look to the left of me, the matic’s in sight

The first move I went on ended up a bloodbath

I’ve been on murder scenes, I know you niggas heard of me

Shower crew rider, strap supplier

Dodged shots last week blood I’m a true survivor

Kill for the game, I never kill for the fame

It’s nuttin to a G, he’s walking dead what a shame

I swim in dangerous waters

Man would’ve got life if feds never caught us

Trust I would have pitched the …

Ask Spenkid, I’m sick on the works

I’m a real G, and I will squeeze

Rappers wish they could be

Just like me, but no you’re not like me

I’m in the spot with Giggs, Dubz and Boost

I’ve got my gun in the booth

Most niggas run from the truth

Here’s some real rappers

Certified kidnappers

Young Spray, Hollowman

Feds wanna follow man

Packaging white

Packaging white

Look to the left of me, the matic’s in sight

Matic’s in sight

Matic’s in sight

Look to the left of me, the matic’s in sight

Move even scattier now

Got yutes in the traphouse packaging brown

Trafficking south, slapping in rounds

Straps, niggas know I’ve got the fattest in town

Sitting down till the drugs come

Then have niggas running out there on drug runs

Stay out till the sun comes

I’ve got the cocaine mountains, you want some?

Let him lie bleeding

Greazy, that’s the way that I’m feeling

Motherfuckers wanna better my squeezing

You didn’t hear?

Put the red and white leads in

I’ve got a move for the evening

Hot chick and she’s down for the beating

So I ease in, then I’m leaving

Jump in the vehicle put the keys in

Packaging white

Packaging white

Look to the left of me, the matic’s in sight

Matic’s in sight

Matic’s in sight

Look to the left of me, the matic’s in sight