[Verse 1: starsaga]
W-W-Where the fuck yo' mans at?
Oh no bitch can't stand that
B-B-Bitch I got a ten pack, aim it at yo' head-
A-A-Aim it till you dead, choppa' till its red
Yes, I got the fuckin' bread
This hoe talkin' to the feds
Writin' saga and I'm with Clay
In that kick doe' I'm wit' Jae
He see fifty shades of spray
This the HenchMob uh aye
HenchMob Gang, HenchMob Thang'
That bitch feelin' on my face
On the ceiling I can't think
Drop bout' 50 onna' tank, and head up in the sank'
Why the- why the fuck this lame?
Let the Gen 5 bang, uh
I ain't feel the same, gotta' check my brain
Yeah, my 223 insane, yeah
Yeah, it got a blade, yeah
I-I-I ain't feel the same, gotta' check my brain, yeah
Yeah, my 223 insane, yeah
Yeah, it got a blade-
[Verse 2: Nettspend]
All my bruddas' in this bitch and if you talkin' on HenchMob, I might just send a fuckin' clip
Hundreds in my fuckin' pockets and they saggin' to my dick
And yeah that hoe gon' hit my phone, and she get fucked, she get dismissed
And when they talkin' bout' lil Nett then they gon' talk yeah with respect
And when we jumpin' out that Benz, I got a blade up on the cig
Jt done hit my phone man he said "WitchGang up next"
And when I hit the net its on that cause' I'm jumpin' on necks
Fuck a double cup, I poured a 6
Because zuro up next
Thats my brudda till the end, I said we steppin' on necks
Back in school we high as shit, I ain't doin' no test
Back in school we high as shit, ain't no way that was the test
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