Mini Vans (feat. Lil Durk)

RBMG shit Turn it up some Thank you gangsta You know how we rockin' Gang gang Bitch, I call the shots, yeah, they don't go off the muscle (On gang) We ain't sparin' none, if he not with us then fuck 'em (Fuck) If a nigga somethin' like me, why the fuck would you trust 'em? If you catch that nigga slippin', I suggest you should bust 'em 'Cause he cutthroat When he catch a nigga lackin' he gon' let his gun go He gon' bring that smoke and leave that shit right at yo' front door You think he gon' spare you when he see you, nigga, fuck no He don't fuck with pussy's, that's one thing he don't have love for Let that drum roll Nigga said you was a shooter, what you run for? (Pussy) You better run Forrest, run Forrest, run 'Cause them niggas slide in mini vans where I'm from (Gang gang) Too many guns niggas can't keep up Catch yo ass in traffic with ya better speed up It was just a song didn't know you'd go that far (that far) We just getting started We gon flip his car cause he doing all that flexin' Pull up in that murder gang don't try 'em boy they reckless (gang gang) Choppas get to ringin' leave yo gang a message Caught that nigga slippin he wasn't lookin' he was textin' (oh really?) If he something like me i don't trust em Nigga kill me when he see me got no trust with the bust Pull up on a rapper tryna' play with Future or Thugger Balenciaga's on just hope you can run in the runners (oh really?) Bitch, I call the shots, yeah, they don't go off the muscle (On gang) We ain't sparin' none, if he not with us then fuck 'em (Fuck) If a nigga somethin' like me, why the fuck would you trust 'em? If you catch that nigga slippin', I suggest you should bust 'em 'Cause he cutthroat When he catch a nigga lackin' he gon' let his gun go He gon' bring that smoke and leave that shit right at yo' front door You think he gon' spare you when he see you, nigga, fuck no He don't fuck with pussy's, that's one thing he don't have love for Let that drum roll Nigga said you was a shooter, what you run for? (Pussy) You better run Forrest, run Forrest, run 'Cause them niggas slide in mini vans where I'm from (Gang gang) Put yo' gat down, I'm from Chi-town We don't even slide in mini vans, we slide in cat's now We can't even name drop the one I didy stretch now And I know a pussy killed the killer, he a threat now Gotta cut the pussy niggas off that think they need you Told me stop the violence, touch my chain you know what it lead to (Doo-doo-doo) Oh really? I say them trenches turn me evil (Turn me evil) I'm from where they shoot dice with fake money, they gon' bleed you (they gon' bleed) I'm just tryna get my roll on (Tryna get my roll on) And we be settin' niggas up, textin' their hoes for 'em I made that bitch tell kiss my Glock 'fore I put my clothes on (Come here, bitch) We robbed the plug, he look at me like, "Damn, what bro on?" Bitch, you got rolled on Bitch, I call the shots, yeah, they don't go off the muscle (On gang) We ain't sparin' none, if he not with us then fuck 'em (Fuck) If a nigga somethin' like me, why the fuck would you trust 'em? If you catch that nigga slippin', I suggest you should bust 'em 'Cause he cutthroat When he catch a nigga lackin' he gon' let his gun go He gon' bring that smoke and leave that shit right at yo' front door You think he gon' spare you when he see you, nigga, fuck no He don't fuck with pussy's, that's one thing he don't have love for Let that drum roll Nigga said you was a shooter, what you run for? (Pussy) You better run Forrest, run Forrest, run 'Cause them niggas slide in mini vans where I'm from (Gang gang)