Tangerine (Feat. Aston Mathews & Kashflow Da God)

This shit will make your girl hang my poster on her wall
These little shooters get it, spend it all at the mall
Wearing white Air Forces to the church and the prom
Been serving all week so it's all he got on
Dawg, my nigga sagging with the burner
T-shirt picture of somebody who was murdered
Pour a 40 on the curb, caught a charge with the turn up
Nextel with the chirper, selling nickel bags of purple
WorldStar niggas, straight up out the trap
He got money off the shits but he really can't rap
He got him a connect and he got that bag
And in broad daylight he shoot the shit out the strap
Though he got it all backwards, you can't tell him shit
If he had a thousand dollars, probably try to buy a brick
He got it in the mattress, he never had a bank
I just try to keep him safe, man that's how they play the game

Block work, all in my demeanor
White girl, '93 Beamer
This bass make your face go numb
Yeah I got it and I got it by the drum
And my shooters got drums
And the money gon' come
And them chickens gon' run
Yeah I got it and I got it by the drum, uh

Young nigga, chopper shells with the morning breath
Rock the diamonds dipped in crystal meth
Hit the set, grip the TEC
It's war time, it's target practice
You owe dimes, he charge your address
Run up in it, wipe that whole bitch out
Pray your mom ain't in it, check before he dip out
Hollow tips, hold them off, no remorse
Just 501s with tall tees to tuck the torch
Young and reckless, he ain't want your bitch, he want your necklace
Get your neck split, never coming in with what he left with
Keep the seven like Leftwich
One question, do you got a death wish?
No goals, face tats with no future
Soho, stay strapped, he gon' shoot ya
Chirp the burners, cop the new ones, no talking to 'em
Just hope you don't walk into 'em

Block work, all in my demeanor
White girl, '93 Beamer
This bass make your face go numb
Yeah I got it and I got it by the drum
And my shooters got drums
And the money gon' come
And them chickens gon' run
Yeah I got it and I got it by the drum, uh

Hustled all winter, worked all spring
Balled all summer, killing the game
I say these niggas is rich but they don't know how to dress though
I put the MF in Mannie Fresh though
She say it was sauced up, I dripped on her
Me and Chuck in the dope boy whip on ya
Young fellas built an empire right in the trap
Let's put the real trap me on the map
Now I'm riding 'round Cali smoking kush with the strap
A true hustler, never smoking, dropping off packs
UFO be like what part of the game is that?
49Er when I'm getting at a nigga cap
Me, Ryan, Kaepernick

Block work, all in my demeanor
White girl, '93 Beamer
This bass make your face go numb
Yeah I got it and I got it by the drum
And my shooters got drums
And the money gon' come
And them chickens gon' run
Yeah I got it and I got it by the drum, uh

Block work, all in my demeanor
White girl, '93 Beamer
This bass make your face go numb
Yeah I got it and I got it by the drum