"Mention Me" lyrics
Hah, ahh
Yeah
Lil' brodie he a soul stripper, he been hangin' 'round the old heads
Frrahh, miss my target, now his bro dead (Get up in that, boy)
Cock back, ain't got one up top, I'm takin' bro's slam
Hella extra extra bullets in his body, I hope it go as planned (My nigga gio on this beat, bro)
Ayy, if you ain't got no pole, you can't hop inside
Hopped off the porch last year, you is not gon' slide
The older homie caught a body, then he changed his life
I'm 2-1, Double-O, fuck the other side (Ah ahh ahhrrahh)
Hate walked him down and you ain't score, you ain't aimin' right
Can't show you much, but I could show you how to take a life
Traumatized, murder in my eyes, it's killin' on my mind
Ain't no comin' back from snitchin', shoulda took that time
Ayy, outta town niggas talkin' like they poppin' shit
Bitch we from Southeast Stockton, fuck y'all politics
Lil' bro don't do the videos, remain anonymous
In case he gotta bring the choppas out and drop some shit
Ayy bitch you know I want a bag, ho it's common sense
Three poles in this load, and we ain't got no tints
Slapped the ho for tryna hug, I am not no simp
Kissin' on that 304, you is not no pimp, ayy
My niggas shoot shit, [?] slide through (Ah ahh)
If you [?], what's the read, ayy
Choppas [?], soul bleedin'
Choppas [?], soul bleedin', I'm like what these niggas on?
Who is you? Who put him on?
I'm tryna get a nigga gone, these niggas cap in these songs
See a sucka, I'm gettin' on, ayy
See a sucka, I'm gettin' on, on ten
I been tryna get my bag right
The homie did some foul shit, that was the last time
No peer pressure, keep your pole, I wouldn't pass mine
Blood committed all them sins just to get baptized
Ayy, beat his block, paint it red, I love my AR
My bitch posted, with hers tricks, like the skate park
Once you see that body drop, it's gon' take your heart
Just paid for it, won't see me bouncin' out no stolen cars
Lil' bro just did a drill, music to my ears
Free HunnitShotz, he gon' bounce back in a couple years
I done slid a thousand times, and shed a hundred tears
And if a nigga want funk, we gon' take it there
I'm addicted to this shit, I can't stop slidin'
We got the murder rate boomin', lotta opps dyin'
The suckas tryna say they scored, they need to stop lyin'
Just be prepared when them shots flyin', nigga
Ayy
Free the team, on my momma, nigga
Southeast, nigga, 2-1-Double-0, nigga
From the [?], I don't even know, shit, but it's Southeast, nigga
Gang
Yeah
Lil' brodie he a soul stripper, he been hangin' 'round the old heads
Frrahh, miss my target, now his bro dead (Get up in that, boy)
Cock back, ain't got one up top, I'm takin' bro's slam
Hella extra extra bullets in his body, I hope it go as planned (My nigga gio on this beat, bro)
Ayy, if you ain't got no pole, you can't hop inside
Hopped off the porch last year, you is not gon' slide
The older homie caught a body, then he changed his life
I'm 2-1, Double-O, fuck the other side (Ah ahh ahhrrahh)
Hate walked him down and you ain't score, you ain't aimin' right
Can't show you much, but I could show you how to take a life
Traumatized, murder in my eyes, it's killin' on my mind
Ain't no comin' back from snitchin', shoulda took that time
Ayy, outta town niggas talkin' like they poppin' shit
Bitch we from Southeast Stockton, fuck y'all politics
Lil' bro don't do the videos, remain anonymous
In case he gotta bring the choppas out and drop some shit
Ayy bitch you know I want a bag, ho it's common sense
Three poles in this load, and we ain't got no tints
Slapped the ho for tryna hug, I am not no simp
Kissin' on that 304, you is not no pimp, ayy
My niggas shoot shit, [?] slide through (Ah ahh)
If you [?], what's the read, ayy
Choppas [?], soul bleedin'
Choppas [?], soul bleedin', I'm like what these niggas on?
Who is you? Who put him on?
I'm tryna get a nigga gone, these niggas cap in these songs
See a sucka, I'm gettin' on, ayy
See a sucka, I'm gettin' on, on ten
I been tryna get my bag right
The homie did some foul shit, that was the last time
No peer pressure, keep your pole, I wouldn't pass mine
Blood committed all them sins just to get baptized
Ayy, beat his block, paint it red, I love my AR
My bitch posted, with hers tricks, like the skate park
Once you see that body drop, it's gon' take your heart
Just paid for it, won't see me bouncin' out no stolen cars
Lil' bro just did a drill, music to my ears
Free HunnitShotz, he gon' bounce back in a couple years
I done slid a thousand times, and shed a hundred tears
And if a nigga want funk, we gon' take it there
I'm addicted to this shit, I can't stop slidin'
We got the murder rate boomin', lotta opps dyin'
The suckas tryna say they scored, they need to stop lyin'
Just be prepared when them shots flyin', nigga
Ayy
Free the team, on my momma, nigga
Southeast, nigga, 2-1-Double-0, nigga
From the [?], I don't even know, shit, but it's Southeast, nigga
Gang
