Lyrics

Great John on the beat, by the way Look I got a bag and they started treated me different Love the way that I'm baggin', I flip it Gang get to wildin', we shoot up your district Show no love for nobody who dissin' You had your chance but you missed it And I fell in love with the drippin' Run up them bands and I'm goin' missin' Cook up a plan when I get to whippin' Look Gang gon' get to spazzin' Say they love me, they just cappin' Shit really get ugly, ain't just rappin' Turn a nigga to a duppy if I blast him You know how the gang come, don't even ask Don't know shit 'bout a nigga past You don't know our pain, we done look alive I was stuck up in the field, had no cash I was stuck up in the field, uh Fake niggas say they real Ain't tryna hang with 'em, get you killed, huh Wasn't tryna let me eat Now they be beggin' me to get a meal Front on the gang, get up on your heels It ain't shit to get your cap peeled Front on the gang, get up on your heels It ain't shit to get your cap peeled I got a bag and they started treated me different Love the way that I'm baggin', I flip it Gang get to wildin', we shoot up your district Show no love for nobody who dissin' You had your chance but you missed it And I fell in love with the drippin' Run up them bands and I'm goin' missin' Cook up a plan when I get to whippin' Look Hangin' with fake niggas, get you killed I'm with my real niggas to the death I bring my FN when it's beef Before I go ever tryna rep a set Know that K Balla pull up in a whip Know that Rich Balla come and make a mess I'm well connected all up in the East I make a call and they gon' bring the TEC You catch me ridin' if they say it's war But most of the time I'm focused on the check I give it a hunnid, I'ma give it all I came too far to give it any less I might be countin' hunnids 'til he fall I used to be makin' money tryna stretch I'm with some hitters that don't play at all If he make a move, bullets to his chest I got a bag and they started treated me different Love the way that I'm bag it and flip it Gang get to wildin', we shoot up your district Show no love for them niggas who dissin' You had your chance but you missed it And I fell in love with the drippin' Run up them bands and I'm goin' missin' Cook up a plan when I get to whippin' Look I got a bag and they started treated me different Love the way that I'm baggin', I flip it Gang get to wildin', we shoot up your district Show no love for nobody who dissin' You had your chance but you missed it And I fell in love with the drippin' Run up them bands and I'm goin' missin' Cook up a plan when I get to whippin' Look
Writer(s): Jeremy Soto, Johnathan Scott, Jay Guapo, Karel Jorge, Tegan Chambers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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