Old gang snakey ain’t know the meaning of being real

You couldve let that go you could’ve got that kill

Them man were moving shakey I was a live wire in the field

Now I make bread get bakey catch that yute imma need an appeal

Old gang snakey ain’t know the meaning of being real

You couldve let that go you could’ve got that kill

Them man were moving shakey I was a live wire in the field

Now I make bread get bakey catch that yute imma need an appeal

In the ends I’m tryna appeal

To the new clientele just moved to the block I’m due to turn that my shot

No one’s got deals I got no one don’t want all the things I want that boy tun’ pussy when things got hot I should’ve turned him off

In the studio with a couple of gangsters or trapping with purple crops

I might cop that car for the fun of it

I might cop that bar than double it

I might splash 10k to say that I can or buy 10 burners and start bunning him

Fake friend so I started sonning him

I had to show him who he’s fucking with

I got mandem on strings like puppeting

Big darg I ain’t into no puppy ting

I come from Cali packs and rocks of crack you can’t be talking bad, grabbed a 9 and rapped bout keys like tell me who you’re fooling akh

Always been the striker brodies tapped we had them falling back he got me back in motion showed me slap them when their talking back

The fuck you raising voices for my weapons due to make an entrance I can step in clubs with 5 wetters I won’t get a sentence doormen can’t be searching me I’m V.I.P up in this section let your brudda near me make sure you’re back here to collect him

Old gang snakey ain’t know the meaning of being real

You couldve let that go you could’ve got that kill

Them man were moving shakey I was a live wire in the field

Now I make bread get bakey catch that yute imma need an appeal

Old gang snakey ain’t know the meaning of being real

You couldve let that go you could’ve got that kill

Them man were moving shakey I was a live wire in the field

Now I make bread get bakey catch that yute imma need an appeal

In the ends I’m tryna appeal

I catch that yute I’ll squeeze his neck they don’t do it like me they don’t

I caught up to him and rocked his boat they ain’t seen a big man hit bolt

I am not a driller I am a trapper that gets his bag and don’t let go

Multiply I need loads

Poltergeist I do ghost

Don’t get it confused we mashed more work than your dads and uncles

And most of these man that are rapping in ballys are pussy I seen them crumble

I could’ve told the world hes a bitch but I don’t really move like that, lol

You got to the bag and fumbled

Old gang snakey ain’t know the meaning of being real

You could’ve let that go you could’ve got that kill

Them man were moving shakey I was a live wire in the field

Now I make bread get bakey catch that yute imma need an appeal