Gang

I know Tell me now, no, oh-oh Lemme' get on my Michael Jackson shit really, eh I'm hot as fuck in this jacket (whoa, oh, oh) Getting hotter than a bitch in here I ain't really with the shits, yeah bih Shawty drunk as fuck I think she did a beer I don't want that ho, she from last year Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang I ain't really with the shits, yeah bih Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang You know a nigga run that Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang You know a nigga run that Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang You know a nigga really Slime, slime, slime, slime, slime, slime You know a nigga really Ridin', ridin', ridin', ridin', ridin', ridin', ah Fuckboy get tucked in they motherfuckin' pamper Leave you shitted out, fuckboy what's the answer Called them niggas but they ain't answer Ballin' on niggas like I got bouncer Ballin' on niggas like I got cancer Hoppin' on that dick, that lil' bitch there named should be Prancer Hoppin' on that dick, that lil' bitch there should be a dancer She don't wanna be a stripper so I cannot tip her, uh (tip her) Thick yellow bitch and she grabbin' on my zipper (on my zipper) Catch a pussy nigga, shoot 'em like I play for Clippers, uh (Clipper) Oops, I meant the Blippers, baby girl you know I'm slimey (slatt) Fuckin' on yo thot, I'm like the Grinch I'm super grimy (slimey) Slimy, green, ooh yeah (yeah) Think the bitch the Grinch, she keep eatin' on glass (glass) Fuck yo thot and I won't go mad (mad) You love that bitch so much, you even ate the ass (the ass) Hop in the coupe with my young slimes and then I spaz (spaz) Fuck on yo thot I'm from motherfuckin' Trinidad ('nidad) I'm just playin', you know a nigga from the G (the G) I got racks, you know them bitches all on me Am I cute? Am I cute? Yay or nay Eat that dick, drink it up, Gatorade (Gatorade) Yo nigga hatin' think he need some Haterade (so hard) Fuckboy, I don't play no ace of spades (go hard) I keep my weapon deployed (oh) They want the boy to be destroyed Fuckin' on yo thot, I'm like "ugh" (whoa) I might air her, she fuckin' on all my boys I'm a rich street nigga, ya dig that Pull up on yo ass, you get yo wig snatched Like 3 bitches in the line fighting for, uh Tracks (slatt, slatt) Tracks (gang, gang) Hoppin' out the coupe with the MAC (with the MAC) Tell a pussy nigga back, back (back up, back up, back) Wait, tell a pussy nigga bike, bike (bike, bike) Bitch ride on the dick just like a bike (like a bike, man) I am not no motherfuckin' dyke (fuck you pussy) Fuck it boy I'll shoot up, why? (why, why) Huh, I would take yo motherfuckin' life (take your life) Shut the fuck up, you ain't take nobody life (cap) And you know a nigga got a couple Stripes (strapped, strapped, strapped) Pussy bitch, you know I like them egg whites (energy) Big titties on the front of her chest (that back) Big titties, 5 bands I'll invest (I'll invest) Fuckboy, put you in cardiac arrest (arrest) You're heart-broke, you can't even say yes (yes) You're heart-broke, you can't even say no (no) You make me Melly pose (whoa, oh, oh)