Blueface, C5 Tha Reaper, D-Loc, TeeCee4800, Hitta G - Section lyrics

FBeat go crazy (Crazy, crazy)
FB producing all the heat

If you're not from the set, bitch
 get out the section  (Get out)
Crips in the room, bitch,  make some room
(Scoop)
Better watch your tone, I'm a slider
That's on bone (yeah, aight)
Follow you in the foreign, when you die
I go home (Huh)
That's what I thought
(Thought) , bitch, you thot (Bop)
You never heard of Blueface
You're not from the block
Was a beef to a chop
(Woo) , nigga, fuckin' stock
I'ma stick with the mob
(Stick) , bitch, it's a bop

Bart Simpson watch the not the slingshot
Getting money, free the homie
Still send them grain dots
Orange chicken burger bustin' out the penis
Wanna slash me on my chain just
To take a picture in it, jump
(That's a walk)
Couple stacks on Washington, no Wizards
Nigga say you wanna punch, go ahead
Throw 'em in the blender
Queen Anne out the park
Shootin' dices with some members
And no, you can't hang if
You ain't bringing your credentials, nigga

Uh, came through local in some southern (Ayy)
Bitch gaggin' (Real)
Town niggas got it cracking (Ayy)
Make it bust, no jackin' (yeah)
Got me dancing like Jacks'
I got a mate, I don't care what you askin'
Hey (Aah)
Fuck that bitch right out her hair lashes
I was loaded, I don't care it was a catfish

If you're not from the set, bitch
Get out the section (Get out)
Crips in the room, bitch, make some room
(Scoop)
Better watch your tone, I'm a slider
That's on bone (yeah, aight)
Follow you in the foreign, when you die
I go home (Huh)
That's what I thought
(Thought) , bitch, you thot (Bop)
You never heard of Blueface
You're not from the block
Was a beef to a chop
(Woo) , nigga, fuckin' stock
I'ma stick with the mob
(Stick) , bitch, it's a bop

You can't hide the bitch in the show
223's gotta knock off your nose
Slow, uh, with the mob
Hit a nigga on the soul, not the body
How it's a piñata
When I pull up to the party
Niggas looking at me funny 'cause they
Know that I got money
But I'll leave a nigga bloody
Bullets all in his tummy
Backstreet 48-16, honey (Ayy)

And we fuckin' up these streets, yeah
No discussion make these hoes wet 'cause
I'ma stack the money
Off fake signs, yeah, boy
That's where we aiming let 'em out
Fast nigga shoulda bought a Mase'
Bitch don't like rabbit's
But a wrist full of carrots
And you know where I front
It should get ugly and sexy
Hunnids on hunnids that get
Stuck to my pocket
Boy, you better quit playin'
We gon' Compton streets

If you're not from the set, bitch
Get out the section (Get out)
Crips in the room, bitch, make some room
(Scoop)
Better watch your tone, I'm a slider
That's on bone (yeah, aight)
Follow you in the foreign, when you die
I go home (Huh)
That's what I thought
(Thought) , bitch, you thot (Bop)
You never heard of Blueface
You're not from the block
Was a beef to a chop
(Woo) , nigga, fuckin' stock
I'ma stick with the mob

FBeat go crazy (Crazy, crazy)
RB producing all the heat