[ Featuring
Lil Duke ]
Yeah
Sosa, Duke (Wheezy Beats)
Gang, gang
F*ck all that talkin', we want all that smoke
Been havin' straps since I dropped off the porch
Traps steady rollin', them neighbors, they know
Young nigga slangin' and baggin' them toasters
Traffickin' pounds and then pass it like grocery
Gotta go get it, I put plays in motion
I never asked for no handout
Nigga tried me and it's man down
Put that shit on and I stand out
Put bones in the hood just like landmines
I blow that shit like a fan
I f*ck with Sosa, my man
We gon' ball out like the clan
Gig and we booted, I'm sayin'
Rollin' the green at the red light
A blunt of the dope, get my head right
A cup of that drank got my head straight
Get rid of the work, now it's dead weight
You see me flown up in this Tonka
I get that check then I'm bouncin'
All of this green that I'm countin'
Way more than I got for allowance
Nigga, you better pay homage
Nigga, you better pay something
We gon' pull up with them drones
OG all up in my lungs
F*ck all that talkin', we want all that smoke
Been havin' straps since I dropped off the porch
Traps steady rollin', them neighbors, they know
Young nigga slangin' and baggin' them toasters
Traffickin' pounds and then pass it like grocery
Gotta go get it, I put plays in motion
I never asked for no handout
Nigga tried me and it's man down
Put that shit on and I stand out
Put bones in the hood just like landmines
I blow that shit like a fan
I f*ck with Sosa, my man
We gon' ball out like the clan
Gig and we booted, I'm sayin'
I sit back and roll out the gas
I thinkin' I left in my past
All of them niggas got blasted
We used to run on the masses
Ballin', I never had shit
Got it out the mud, bitch I'm a savage
Bitches, they chasin' them diamonds, they harassing
Every time I'm the booth, it's a classic
I had to get on my shit
Came from the trenches, I'm tryna get rich
From city to city, now everything lit
St. Laurent's on, I came with a trench
F*ck is you talkin' about, f*ck all that insta shit
Young niggas, I'm going, they gon' go out the room
Thirty-one round, get hit with an SU clip
F*ck all that talkin', we want all that smoke
Been havin' straps since I dropped off the porch
Traps steady rollin', them neighbors, they know
Young nigga slangin' and baggin' them toasters
Traffickin' pounds and then pass it like grocery
Gotta go get it, I put plays in motion
I never asked for no handout
Nigga tried me and it's man down
Put that shit on and I stand out
Put bones in the hood just like landmines
I blow that shit like a fan
I f*ck with Sosa, my man
We gon' ball out like the clan
Gig and we booted, I'm sayin'
Gig and we booted, I'm sayin'
I f*ck with Sosa, my man
Yeah, gang gang, gang gang
