Slim b on the track So you know I ain’t wack Compton born and raised but the 6 is where it at Me and my waydahs chilling And you know I got the strap Ion fuck with dirus nigga I killem Catch a nigga slippin Imma shoot ‘em in his temple 2 c crippin im really bout my business It’s bk from the carver gang im here to knock a bitch out Upper cut that all in her mouth heard she was dissing the hood I swear I wish a bitch would Try me I really bout my shit Smoking on that purp Gotta calm a nigga nerves I’m bout to go up Niggas aint fucking with me So what Put the burner to his chest Now a nigga know he fucked up Period