Gang
First off, boy these niggas gon' feel me
Strapped up, cause they say they gon' kill me
Guaped up, stack my knots to the ceilings
Pop up, then them boys get to drilling
No cap, we will shoot at yo mama
4 straps, cause I heard he want drama
Hot sauce, I be dripping like saunas
Knocked off, he get hit with the thunder
I hate, how these niggas be scheming
Can't hate, cause I ain't got a reason
Switched up, yeah they change like the seasons
Racked up, bitch I make it look easy
Back up, yeah you know you gon' need it
Thick hoe, get the cheeks then I beat it
No no, get her number delete it
Young nigga I be preaching like a deacon yeah
Now lets get back to the basics
They threw me time had to face it
All my hoes white like I'm racist
Chains on my neck like I'm slaving
I got this shit off the pavement
I dip through your block I be serving that drop
Stay on my shit I can't f*ck with no cop
Skate on that bitch cause I know she gon' stalk
Grinding too hard need to aim for the top
Thigh pads thigh pads
Looking like football pants these knots so thick I
Buy that buy that
I cash out on shit might take yo bitch
You think I'm a mason how I flip a brick
I'm working with lumber I'm packing a stick
She twerking no questions she gon' get the dick
She touch my erection now she want a pic
Niggas is jealous, I'm chasing this relish
So I can be rich
And shit can get hectic, with f*ck niggas flexing
So quit cappin lil bitch
I say what's up and what's happening lil bitch
He touch my chain then we clapping that bitch
She working at onyx and magic and shit
Got racks in the mattress and attic lil bitch
You want to grind on me but won't grind for your dough
And frankly you ain't getting paper so lil hoe you best go
They try to say I'm getting skinny but I'm eating for sure
And I'm a self made nigga can't be cuffing no hoe
Boxed off, cause I need sepeartion
Mapped up, cause I be contemplating
Pornstar, yeah we make compliations
Whole jar, I smoke weed that Jamaican
Dreadlocks, bitch I look like a Haitian
Bedrock, then I take a vacation
Move fast, but I got to be patient
F*ck 12, I can't be in the station
Yeah nigga f*ck 12 nigga
Know what I'm saying, just got off a 22 month stint you feel me
Flexed up on these bitch ass niggas
Know they want to see a nigga down know what I'm saying
But I'm out nigga I'm on itunes, I'm on, I'm on damn near every platform you feel me
On my mama
Aye
I'm on the block and I'm trapping and capping I'm stuck to the block like a stop sign
Niggas know me, I'm packing that strap, yeah I be posted with glock 9
Extracurricular, moving vehicular
I'm f*cking these hoes ain't got one in particular
I take her straight to the bed and I'm hitting her
If you don't pay me my bread then I'm getting ya
First off, boy these niggas gon' feel me
Strapped up, cause they say they gon' kill me
Guaped up, stack my knots to the ceilings
Pop up, then them boys get to drilling
No cap, we will shoot at yo mama
4 straps, cause I heard he want drama
Hot sauce, I be dripping like saunas
Knocked off, he get hit with the thunder
I hate, how these niggas be scheming
Can't hate, cause I ain't got a reason
Switched up, yeah they change like the seasons
Racked up, bitch I make it look easy
Back up, yeah you know you gon' need it
Thick hoe, get the cheeks then I beat it
No no, get her number delete it
Young nigga I be preaching like a deacon yeah
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Gang
First off, boy these niggas gon' feel me
Strapped up, cause they say they gon' kill me
Guaped up, stack my knots to the ceilings
Pop up, then them boys get to drilling
No cap, we will shoot at yo mama
4 straps, cause I heard he want drama
Hot sauce, I be dripping like saunas
Knocked off, he get hit with the thunder
I hate, how these niggas be scheming
Can't hate, cause I ain't got a reason
Switched up, yeah they change like the seasons
Racked up, bitch I make it look easy
Back up, yeah you know you gon' need it
Thick hoe, get the cheeks then I beat it
No no, get her number delete it
Young nigga I be preaching like a deacon yeah
Now lets get back to the basics
They threw me time had to face it
All my hoes white like I'm racist
Chains on my neck like I'm slaving
I got this shit off the pavement
I dip through your block I be serving that drop
Stay on my shit I can't f*ck with no cop
Skate on that bitch cause I know she gon' stalk
Grinding too hard need to aim for the top
Thigh pads thigh pads
Looking like football pants these knots so thick I
Buy that buy that
I cash out on shit might take yo bitch
You think I'm a mason how I flip a brick
I'm working with lumber I'm packing a stick
She twerking no questions she gon' get the dick
She touch my erection now she want a pic
Niggas is jealous, I'm chasing this relish
So I can be rich
And shit can get hectic, with f*ck niggas flexing
So quit cappin lil bitch
I say what's up and what's happening lil bitch
He touch my chain then we clapping that bitch
She working at onyx and magic and shit
Got racks in the mattress and attic lil bitch
You want to grind on me but won't grind for your dough
And frankly you ain't getting paper so lil hoe you best go
They try to say I'm getting skinny but I'm eating for sure
And I'm a self made nigga can't be cuffing no hoe
Boxed off, cause I need sepeartion
Mapped up, cause I be contemplating
Pornstar, yeah we make compliations
Whole jar, I smoke weed that Jamaican
Dreadlocks, bitch I look like a Haitian
Bedrock, then I take a vacation
Move fast, but I got to be patient
F*ck 12, I can't be in the station
Yeah nigga f*ck 12 nigga
Know what I'm saying, just got off a 22 month stint you feel me
Flexed up on these bitch ass niggas
Know they want to see a nigga down know what I'm saying
But I'm out nigga I'm on itunes, I'm on, I'm on damn near every platform you feel me
On my mama
Aye
I'm on the block and I'm trapping and capping I'm stuck to the block like a stop sign
Niggas know me, I'm packing that strap, yeah I be posted with glock 9
Extracurricular, moving vehicular
I'm f*cking these hoes ain't got one in particular
I take her straight to the bed and I'm hitting her
If you don't pay me my bread then I'm getting ya
First off, boy these niggas gon' feel me
Strapped up, cause they say they gon' kill me
Guaped up, stack my knots to the ceilings
Pop up, then them boys get to drilling
No cap, we will shoot at yo mama
4 straps, cause I heard he want drama
Hot sauce, I be dripping like saunas
Knocked off, he get hit with the thunder
I hate, how these niggas be scheming
Can't hate, cause I ain't got a reason
Switched up, yeah they change like the seasons
Racked up, bitch I make it look easy
Back up, yeah you know you gon' need it
Thick hoe, get the cheeks then I beat it
No no, get her number delete it
Young nigga I be preaching like a deacon yeah
First off, boy these niggas gon' feel me
Strapped up, cause they say they gon' kill me
Guaped up, stack my knots to the ceilings
Pop up, then them boys get to drilling
No cap, we will shoot at yo mama
4 straps, cause I heard he want drama
Hot sauce, I be dripping like saunas
Knocked off, he get hit with the thunder
I hate, how these niggas be scheming
Can't hate, cause I ain't got a reason
Switched up, yeah they change like the seasons
Racked up, bitch I make it look easy
Back up, yeah you know you gon' need it
Thick hoe, get the cheeks then I beat it
No no, get her number delete it
Young nigga I be preaching like a deacon yeah
Now lets get back to the basics
They threw me time had to face it
All my hoes white like I'm racist
Chains on my neck like I'm slaving
I got this shit off the pavement
I dip through your block I be serving that drop
Stay on my shit I can't f*ck with no cop
Skate on that bitch cause I know she gon' stalk
Grinding too hard need to aim for the top
Thigh pads thigh pads
Looking like football pants these knots so thick I
Buy that buy that
I cash out on shit might take yo bitch
You think I'm a mason how I flip a brick
I'm working with lumber I'm packing a stick
She twerking no questions she gon' get the dick
She touch my erection now she want a pic
Niggas is jealous, I'm chasing this relish
So I can be rich
And shit can get hectic, with f*ck niggas flexing
So quit cappin lil bitch
I say what's up and what's happening lil bitch
He touch my chain then we clapping that bitch
She working at onyx and magic and shit
Got racks in the mattress and attic lil bitch
You want to grind on me but won't grind for your dough
And frankly you ain't getting paper so lil hoe you best go
They try to say I'm getting skinny but I'm eating for sure
And I'm a self made nigga can't be cuffing no hoe
Boxed off, cause I need sepeartion
Mapped up, cause I be contemplating
Pornstar, yeah we make compliations
Whole jar, I smoke weed that Jamaican
Dreadlocks, bitch I look like a Haitian
Bedrock, then I take a vacation
Move fast, but I got to be patient
F*ck 12, I can't be in the station
Yeah nigga f*ck 12 nigga
Know what I'm saying, just got off a 22 month stint you feel me
Flexed up on these bitch ass niggas
Know they want to see a nigga down know what I'm saying
But I'm out nigga I'm on itunes, I'm on, I'm on damn near every platform you feel me
On my mama
Aye
I'm on the block and I'm trapping and capping I'm stuck to the block like a stop sign
Niggas know me, I'm packing that strap, yeah I be posted with glock 9
Extracurricular, moving vehicular
I'm f*cking these hoes ain't got one in particular
I take her straight to the bed and I'm hitting her
If you don't pay me my bread then I'm getting ya
First off, boy these niggas gon' feel me
Strapped up, cause they say they gon' kill me
Guaped up, stack my knots to the ceilings
Pop up, then them boys get to drilling
No cap, we will shoot at yo mama
4 straps, cause I heard he want drama
Hot sauce, I be dripping like saunas
Knocked off, he get hit with the thunder
I hate, how these niggas be scheming
Can't hate, cause I ain't got a reason
Switched up, yeah they change like the seasons
Racked up, bitch I make it look easy
Back up, yeah you know you gon' need it
Thick hoe, get the cheeks then I beat it
No no, get her number delete it
Young nigga I be preaching like a deacon yeah
Writer: Ladontae Taylor
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid