Texty
Gang,gang,gang
(CBG cock back gang **** know what the fuck goin on man)
Gang aye lil Stewie dis this bitch
(GentleBeatz)
Gang
Keep dis pistol on my side in case a **** watchin’ me
She don’t pray to god when she on her knees she eatin’ meat
You ain’t ready for the life you need to get from out da streets
We can’t shoot from out dis ride I guarantee we get on feet
In dis rushin’ can go shoot dis bitch sound like Japanese
All my **** steppin’ know it ain’t no pussy in our genes
Pussy whatchu reppin’ ?
You don’t even know what dat shit mean
I’m in 30 seconds lurkin’ trynna put sum on a screen
I got bigger dreams
These hoes trynna fuck they see dats me
Come get rid of me
Dey ain’t trynna slide these **** sweet
We don’t duck no beef
When I see yo face we meet and greet
Fuck my enemies
Why you clutch yo gun? Cause i’m on beat
Even bitches know we spinnin’
We the ones do all da killin’
And she wanna come to CBG she know dem **** winnin’
And I know i’m goin to hell I pray to God but i be sinnin’
(and I know i’m goin to hell I pray to God but i be sinnin’)
Hol on Stew why they flaggin’ like they don’t know what we do?
Hit up a few
(dis a 2 door bitch we still slide out the coupe)
Dis a 2 man talkin’ 2 man only 2 man when we shoot
Out the window and out the roof
Dey must think dey bullet proof
Think it’s magic the way im clappin’ he get hit I make em’ poof
Casamigos for da freak hoes
Me and bro nem off a boof
Fuck 43rd we bendin curves like what the fuck **** go do
He got choppa dat hold 100 but go put 4 nicc on you
Dey know dis shit get tragic dis way if you play you lay
Bro nem on that ride we see dat bitch again he go spray
I ain’t gotta say too much but bro just copped a brand new drac
Crackas hit the lights we do the race dey need to free Tay-K
Dudey yous a bitch you don’t dat number add a K when dey swung dat switch you was runnin’ round and hoppin gates
Yus said who can’t come back to dat hood ?
Pussy ass **** who can’t ?
FatHead bitch so what you finna say ? Cause you ain’t take a thing
Dats on A4 grave you woulda played i’ll buss a **** brain
Why the fuck y’all claimin’ d’s and d’s ain’t fuck wit A4Trey?
(But y’ll know how he get cause he was stampin’ shit for A4Nay)
**** cliquin’ up y’all gay as fuck how the fuck y’all Glizzy Gang ?
Keep dis pistol on my side in case a **** watchin’ me
She don’t pray to god when she on her knees she eatin’ meat
You ain’t ready for the life you need to get from out da streets
We can’t shoot from out dis ride I guarantee we get on feet
In dis rushin’ can go shoot dis bitch sound like Japanese
All my **** steppin’ know it ain’t no pussy in our genes
Pussy whatchu reppin’ ?
You don’t even know what dat shit mean
I’m in 30 seconds lurkin’ trynna put sum on a screen
(Trynna put sum on a screen ****)
Written by: Jeremiah Shaun Sterling
