Tekst Utworu
You ain't with the gang if you throwing up threes
Been getting the glah gang getting breesh
We smoking on dank, no regular trees
She stay for the team bitch she a treesh
We creeping your block, this ain't hide and seek
No face no case, Keep my shit discrete.
She on meat
Run it up niggas got the heat
She on my line blocking and delete
She be on the call, showing me her feet
He stay on the net saying he bootah
Pull up with a tec nigga I'm a shooter
The glock got a clip nigga like a ruler
They stealing my flow nigga, but I'm cooler
Gon slide in that cat niggas in an Uber
Two sticks on my hand like I'm a producer
You niggas ain't hard talking on computers
She giving me brain nigga like a tutor
We polluters, moving bricks nigga where your movers
Gang gotta eat nigga we consumers
Flip me a cat nigga get the tuners
Niggas on dick talking bout some rumors
You is a bitch nigga you are suiter
You ain't got a clique nigga get recruiters
You niggas be lame posted up at hooters damn
You not with the gang if you throwing up threes
I got a bad bitch on her knees
Begging for feats nigga i'm like please
Get off your ass go and get some cheese
Selling them packs nigga for the low
Nigga want smoke tell em send the lo
Big ass chop finna up the score
She giving me brain i'm toting my pole
I gotta bad bitch from the city
Wanted some dick told her come get wit me
She in the bed singing like she whitney
Rolling my blunt looking fucking pretty
Nigga you can't ride with my crew
If you not gang shoot at you
Two twin glocks one and two
and i took his chain what he gon do
Nigga you can't ride wit my crew
If you not gang shoot at you
Two twin glocks one and two
And i took his chain what he gon do bitch
You ain't with the gang if you throwing up threes
Been getting the glah gang getting breesh
We smoking on dank, no regular trees
She stay for the team bitch she a treesh
We creeping your block, this ain't hide and seek
No face no case, Keep my shit discrete.
She on meat
Run it up niggas got the heat
She on my line blocking and delete
She be on the call, showing me her feet
He stay on the net saying he bootah
Pull up with a tec nigga I'm a shooter
The glock got a clip nigga like a ruler
They stealing my flow nigga, but I'm cooler
Gon slide in that cat niggas in an Uber
Two sticks on my hand like I'm a producer
You niggas ain't hard talking on computers
She giving me brain nigga like a tutor
We polluters, moving bricks nigga where your movers
Gang gotta eat nigga we consumers
Flip me a cat nigga get the tuners
Niggas on dick talking bout some rumors
You is a bitch nigga you are suiter
Gang
Writer(s): Christian Abilet
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