Letra

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
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