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Mustard on the beat, hoe Real talk, let's get straight to it I got diamonds in the face No, these niggas don't walk how we walk They don't talk how we talk, we got millions of straps I grew up with the trillest niggas, trying not to stay with the fakes Ayy, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang Gang, gang, gang, gang Gang, gang, gang, gang, hey Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, yeah Gang, gang, gang, I got the gang, gang, gang Hopping out the Bentley Mulsanne, Eliantte chain swing I can make a bitch mood change, got it in my pocket, loose change I came from the bottom, I came from the mud I came from the street always road running, sometime' we ain't even sleep And I pray my niggas watching over me We stand for the streets, what it's supposed to be I lost a lot of people that was close to me Grab the dope out the car like it's groceries She say, "Roddy, sing to me like Jodeci" Put my dick on her neck like a Rosary I got control of me, these niggas don't know Real talk, let's get straight to it I got diamonds in the face No, these niggas don't walk how we walk They don't talk how we talk, we got millions of straps I grew up with the trillest niggas, trying not to stay with the fakes Ayy, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang Gang, gang, gang, gang Gang, gang, gang, gang, hey Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, yeah Gang, gang, gang, I got the gang, gang, gang, pfft, yeah A quarter to sit, I black out the whips, I hold up a fist I'm big as it get', colossal as shit, enormous as a bitch Know that these niggas don't like me I know that these niggas don't like me Nigga, I been in the field, been toting my glizzy, doing high knees Mafia, mafia, millionaires, only in the blue faces we trust I told shorty, mind her business 'cause I came straight up out the Guinness Spent 100 at the dentist We ain't Venus, Serena, my dawg out the court I put that nigga right in a tennis Who you know designer down, fresh white tee? New Hellcat, I was a fresh '19 How a nigga felt rich without two Cs? Ain't nobody out-vibing me The number one, but I ain't try to be I told that bitch that there no lying to me You can play yourself, but ain't no trying with me Real talk, let's get straight to it I got diamonds in the face, yeah, yeah (yeah-yeah) No, these niggas don't walk how we walk They don't talk how we talk, we got millions of straps I grew up with the trillest niggas, trying not to stay with the fakes Ayy, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang (Gang, gang, gang, gang) Gang, gang, gang, gang (gang, gang, gang, gang) Gang, gang, gang, gang, hey Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, yeah (trillest, yeah-yeah) Gang, gang, gang, I got the gang, gang, gang
Writer(s): Dijon Isaiah Mcfarlane, Jordan Holt-may, Rodrick Moore Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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