Hurry B4 The Gate Close

[Intro] Ayy, ayy, gang [Verse] They like "So, what shoes them is?", I don't know Shoot his ass down, J. Cole, it's a FN, it's a Draco Nah, it's a AR with 8-0 At the roundtable 'bout to make a toast With the bread, we can make toast "So, what ya eat?" bitch, I ate toast We got toast, we got bank roll She don't wanna fuck me, she can say "No" Said I ain't ask her how her day go If she a shitty bitch, I'ma A-hole I was on the block like a Lego Fuck nigga still doin' the same-o Niggas hatin' feel like I'm Maino And I'm in a SRT truck, Trackie, not Durango Ice on my wrist no bangle, all these chains I'm Django Think I sipped too much lean last night, woke up with a hangover You don't speak my lingo, I got a gift and it's a halo Send your ass up to heaven, hurry up bеfore the gate closе Whip creams, we skate them, pull up on you in the AM Pull up on you in the PM, hope you ain't with your BM Trulla, Trulla, nigga, TM, shaking BD up with the FettiBoyz Coolin' with some ready girls, I think we some ready boys It's a lot of "Chief Keef BDs", I'm cool but I ain't off CBD Had to get away from CPD, I don't wanna see no more EBT We was sliding on EBT, with the Drac', no PND Too turnt, nigga TNT Put a million dollars in a PNC Can't wait to pick up another three this week Backyard, man, I see a creek Thirty cameras so I can see a creep They everywhere, I can see you sneak Poppin' E's cause I'm illy, what you gon' get is the real me Sky left if I fell asleep, say she love my melody Bitch, I'm great like Kellogg We got magazines, catalogs I got so much ice on, I get three million collateral Make us send shells, to fly past ya that's the point across The bitch ate my weaner, weaner just like a corndog She asked me do I watch porn? "No" Told the bitch "I am a porno", 2 v 1 like a COD match Say her friend finna come join though A pig the only thing that oink though I got old cake but it's moist though I got niggas still up in the joint though Who I sip lean and smoke a joint for I got niggas up in the grave through Who I make cake and spend cake for If ya lowkey, nigga, lay low If you're high key, everybody know You in the same places everybody go Shoot the block up where everybody go That ain't yo' hoe, that's everybody hoe How that pussy is? Everybody know