Ha
Gang Gang, gang, gang, gang
Ayy
Man what the fuck? Niggas already know what the fuck goin on, man. I aint with none of that internet talking, man
Niggas know where the fuck I stay at
If it was up with niggas, niggas wouldve been blew that bitch down
Niggas is pussy, on my momma nigga
Ayy
Be for real, leave the internet gangster
When I seen him up in traffic, caught him and he ran Bitch
Niggas really dont want smoke, they talking for the Gram Brrra
Tryna get they clout up, they mention me like fans Gang
Til we hop out with them blowers, blow em like a fan Baow, baow, baow
Niggas talk that hot shit when Im out of town When Im out of town
But when I touch back down, none these niggas round Gang, gang
I be talking cash shit, I got a bag now Bitch
But if a nigga think Im pussy, Ima lay em down Brrra
Im in LA fucking all these hoes, Im dizzy Im dizzy
Im up now, they doin what I say like a sensei Like a
My shit hit like a nigga hit a checkmate Ha
And bitches know me, Im still bouncing out with them Big Ks Brrra-bah-bah-bah
When Im in town, Im on the East, and I aint ducking shit Ducking shit
Niggas talking, we the ones that be sparking sticks Bitch
Niggas make that lil diss but aint sparking shit Gang, gang
Boy you pussy, yeah we know you stay in Hoover, bitch Brrra, brrra
Brodie told em drop a pin, where them niggas stay? Niggas stay
Im on the train with number 5, he hit you in the face You niggas, ha
Fake beefin, well you need to put that mop up Put that mop up
Boy them shooters come around and really mop ya Grrra, grrra, grrra
Nigga on yo dead homie, I aint ran from shit Ran from shit
If a nigga say I did, he a lyin bitch Bitch
Beat them bitches up, you niggas wasnt stopping shit Stupid bitch
If I was there, I wouldve let off that whole clip Brrra-bah-bah-bah
Wave hoppin, well, yall need to ride another wave Nother wave
And yall was all on my dick with Rubbin off the Paint Nigga sick
That shit dropped and a nigga hit a hundred K Bitch
Thats why they mad, cause they wanna be up in my place In my place, nigga
But no you cant, and Im the one thats fucking bitches now Fucking bitches now
All that recordin, yeah, you niggas steady snitchin now You niggas gay
Keep on talking with that .40, I bet he finna drown Brrra
Benz was talking until they popped his ass in In-N-Out Brrra-bah-bah-bah
I say Im good in the Ham, let a nigga play Let him play
So you can catch me over Huffman, over Twin Gates Huh
Its RIP Cam and for Quay I count big face Out my face
These niggas still talking with no bullets in them AKs Gang, gang, gang
Niggas talking til they see that black Nissan Bitch
I aint never seen these bitches or these peons Hell nah
I broke that lil bitch hard, I cant keep mines Stupid bitch
I cant go to Florida, sike, nigga Ill be fine Gang, gang, gang
Im goin to Houston, know a nigga got the mob ties Bitch
These niggas really only hard on IG Live Huh
Im locked in, in this hell, if you touch me, nigga If you touch me nigga
These niggas only act hard when they niggas wit em These niggas weird
Shoutout Day Day, shoutout Bam, them my niggas, nigga Them my niggas
Any nigga touch Jay, Im really tripping nigga Brrra
Touch Glizzy lil bitch, then Im on yo ass Off rip
And off rip, I leave you in that body bag
You think just cause we up them Ms we aint shootin niggas What
Okay we on that, when we see him then, stupid nigga Stupid ass nigga
All my niggas earned them stripes, now we too official For real
Thats yo homie, he gon die too, what he doin with you?
Smokin dody, thinkin bout my brodie, nigga know I miss him
Blow for brodie, you get smoked for Kobe, yeah, who want a issue?
Used to wake up early mornings and we on a mission On a mission
Sittin in yo whip, hollow go right through and hit him Baow
Lil bro do a hit him Hit him, you must think we kiddin Kiddin
Homie aint no killer Huh, that shit dont even fit him
And Im rockin fitted, Mike Amiri denim Mike Amiri denim
This bitch stuffed up in em, buy down independent Buy down independent
Bitch Im comin wit it, buy down independent Ayy, ayy
Two-hundred, all twenties Twenties, three-hundred, all fifties All fifties
I got a safe house Safe house, hundreds all in it All in it
And I got a playhouse Playhouse, pull up all bitches All bitches
We the ones yelled that gang shit, now yall all wit it All wit it
You wasnt the only one on that bang shit, nigga, we all did it
Aint gon know it, when we tell him change you, we got a language We got a language
Take No Limit out your name, bitch, you gotta change it You gotta change it
Think you recognize the game, bitch Im finna strange it Finna strange it
Wear that hat wrong on the nine, pussy rearrange it Rearrange it
So much power in that .45, I just call it Range Rover
Need a hour or like forty-five, changin, nothin major, nigga Need a hour
Now gon and tell me somethin
When you hear them engines down the street, bitch you can tell we comin
When Im in that pussy, say she feel it in her bellybutton
By the way that we approach the scene, bitch, you can tell we clutchin
You, wouldnt, know the half my dawg
I keep poppin Perkys back to back, these aint no Adderalls
Yeah I heard yo favorite rapper tank, that shit aint slap at all
Free the new ones outside, Im comin back for yall
I bet all that money in your shoebox, you cant fuck with me
Talkin to myself like you my nigga, I keep me company
I aint even been in the club for not a minute, bitches humpin me
Oh you claim you you down to ride, bitch hold this gun for me
I aint never runnin from no smoke, bitch I be out too much
If my nigga name on black and white, then I cant back him up
I done gave them boys enough of time, they wasnt fast enough
Bitch come over here and make it bounce, I like that ratchet stuff
Bitch come over here and make it shake, I like that ratchet shit
If we catch them niggas up in traffic, let them ratchets spit
Pussy boy thought he was first in line, you in the back of it
It be the niggas talkin bout they up, dont got a rack to spend
Woke up mad as fuck, just popped a pill, I think Im happy now
Talkin bout that shit up on the floor, then bring the rackets out
Member I was broke as every joke, aint no more laughin now
Ganglato in the blunt, shit hittin harder, this shit Pacquiao
Postin politics up on the net, how is you niggas street?
Every other day I question God, like why my nigga leave?
A nigga touch my chain, its goin down just like a Nitti beat
Why you wastin mud up on the floor? Thats for my nigga Sheed
Smokin gas and pourin out Hennessy, thats for my nigga too
Valet nigga tried to park the whip, I told that nigga Move
Ridin wit the chopper in the front, this bitch as big as you
And all the real niggas aint dead, bitch Im the livin proof, bitch