Lyrics
[Intro]
Mercy Beatz, ****
Bitch
This bitch so big, you heard me?
Somebody gotta see this shit
Somebody gotta see this shit
[Verse 1]
Gotta be moving right, gotta be moving good
Ask me who I do it for, not for no fucking hood
Not for no fucking love, not for no fucking trust
Not for your fucking assumptions, I don't know what it I was
[Chorus]
No more company
No more
Just was posted on front center, tell 'em look at my accomplishments
They wanna know why I still thug with the motherfucking devils, like I ain't never accomplished shit
So it's the same thang
Just can't be 'round them lil' **** hollerin', "Gang-gang"
But don't get it misconstrued, I still bang, bang
The gang gon' always change, this shit'll never stay the same
[Verse 2]
Hop out and get to dumping like it's 'bout money, but this shit here for Cliff
If you ever got that ray hit your ear
'Bout my **** dead on that curb and you ain't swerving on them
I might wanna murder you
Lurking on my page, don't like my pictures, like you fuck with dude
You must want to find out
This shit ain't gravy, what the fuck your mama cryin' 'bout?
And fuck this label, I swear I'm ready to sign out
I don't know nothing
One of the guys spilled blood on your cousin
Look at my lil' cousin
We load the choppers, fuck that and arrive on they side
So that shit got ugly
Boy, you never chopped a girl, you impressed with all them pearls
Bitch, let's get bloody
Told you I been 'round the world, all you gotta do is tell you where you wanna go
Met him at his corner store and bust his shit
Bring that boy down south, I bet he slit his wrist
.30 poking, had to tell my fans I don't wanna take a pic right now
They see that I'm lit right now
And that stick won't quit right now
Just in case a **** wanna try me
Know some **** wanna pop me
They grave digger need to stop it, he don't got no bodies
Make a **** snipe your ass, with all that fuckin' hiding
And your lil' patna couldn't stop that stick, so we ain't stop the violence
[Chorus]
No more company
No more
Just was posted on front center, tell 'em look at my accomplishments
They wanna know why I still thug with the motherfucking devils, like I ain't never accomplished shit
So it's the same thang
Just can't be 'round them lil' **** hollerin', "Gang-gang"
But don't get it misconstrued, I still bang, bang
The gang gon' always change, this shit'll never stay the same
[Outro]
I'm still my mama son
Where the fuck is that boy?
Mercy Beatz, ****
I catch him, he murder one
Tell 'em ándale to Allah
Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop
Grah, grah, grah, grah, grah, grah
Outside your mama house, tryna put fire on y'all
He got head-tapped
The bigger he is, the harder he gon' fall
Written by: Christopher Trejo, David Catherine, Maksim Lakovlev, Rayant Vilorio, Troy Washington
