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