That bitch wanna choose up and change then imma go get me another

How the fuck you gon switch on the gang and then you hon say you my brother like

How the fuck you gon switch on the gang

How the fuck you gon switch on the gang

Yeah yeah yeah

Said we got them sticks if he talkin down we take his soul yeah

Off the drank shorty I'm never sober I'm finna pour up again

Why these **** tryn eat off my plate they reachin round me with they hand

When I count up I count up again no this shit never end

I'm goin fast on that road to riches

Said I do the dash in that stoley whippin

Said my **** up in the trenches I'm finna make it out give them a golden ticket

Said I'm up next yeah they told me then

Throw the phone on dnd know it's harder to reach I won't pick up the phone again

I'm too locked in in my zone again

That bitch wanna choose up and change then imma go get me another

How the fuck you gon switch on the gang and then you hon say you my brother like

How the fuck you gon switch on the gang

How the fuck you gon switch on the gang

How the fuck you gon switch on the gang

How you gon switch on the gang and say you my bro

On bro **** no you not

You could say what you want

You could think what you want

It don't matter cuz I won't stop

And she like when I beat up the box

Said that I thought u was here but you not

No cap got unlimited shots

Don't be stupid and come through the block

Or you could get hit on this road to riches

He showin off when he get around bitches

He grab the stick just to take him a picture

**** be doin the shit for attention

No new **** I stay with the members

25 for the line I ain't talkin December

Can't smoke I still blow gas in the rental

Imma stomp on the gas I don't gotta be gentle

Told Gene I don't think we could miss

This bitch stupid she think imma trick

Uh

I ain't buyin shit

Most she could get is some food and some dick

Uh

I'll never switch

Ridin with hammers cuz we from the bricks

Uh

He don't know his niche

We take his soul for thinkin he the shit

Said we got them sticks if he talkin down we take his soul yeah

Off the drank shorty I'm never sober I'm finna pour up again

Why these **** tryn eat off my plate they reachin round me with they hand

When I count up I count up again no this shit never end

I'm goin fast on that road to riches

Said I do the dash in that stoley whippin

Said my **** up in the trenches I'm finna make it out give them a golden ticket

Said I'm up next yeah they told me then

Throw the phone on dnd know it's harder to reach I won't pick up the phone again

I'm too locked in in my zone again