Unorthodox

I'm not sure why they team up, I don't give a fuck
Make sure, when you clean up, you don't miss a spot
Hardcore, and I'm G'd up, I don't talk a lot
My heart's pure, got my feet up, and I'm calling shots
The outlaw, fuck the streets up, I'm unorthodox
The last straw, tell them speak up, who wants war with us?
It's half 4, by 6 o'clock, we would have spun your block
The raasclaat, bloodclaat, bumboclaat
I'm G's up, till I freeze up, and you can see that
Machine tucked, in this mean truck, and my seat back
And just in case you forgot, I'll give you a recap
Had him in the prison open like he got his D Cat
Ay Husla, I don't trust her, that's why I made her cut
My darg killed my other darg, I swear you couldn't make this up
They bagged the burner, then seven shootings got blamed on us
Think you the same as us?
Think you can play with us?
Ha
You wanna hang with the big boys?
Eh eh, don't diss, you'll get destroyed
Gyal get wet when they hear this voice
Walk and live, talk and dead
I guess it's his choice
I'm not sure why they team up, I don't give a fuck
Make sure, when you clean up, you don't miss a spot
Hardcore, and I'm G'd up, I don't talk a lot
My heart's pure, got my feet up, and I'm calling shots
The outlaw, fuck the streets up, I'm unorthodox
The last straw, tell them speak up, who wants war with us?
It's half 4, by 6 o'clock, we would have spun your block
The raasclaat, bloodclaat, bumboclaat
Ayo I'm top floor, getting lockjaw, from a singer bitch
I'm not sure, which corn it takes, just knows I'm filling it
The scorpions said "Get over here", this might sting a bit
The only time they roll is when they're billing spliffs
Yo, don't confuse me with these rap niggas
Ay, don't confuse me with these rap niggas
Ay, don't confuse me with these rap niggas
Ay, don't confuse me with these rap... oi