[Intro]
Yo, Silo killed this shit
[Chorus]
Bitch, I got my bag up, and flexed up on you fuck niggas
Lil nigga, get your racks up, and stop all that cap, you don't kill niggas
Cuz' I hang around with the field niggas, them scary, and ready to spill niggas
Whole gang, filled with some real niggas, yeah, real niggas
Flew to .L.A., and just blew me a bag
Bitch [?]
How many shots? That’s two in the back
Upping the fye, at his cap (Cap)
You ain't my gang, you can't get a dub
He tryna run down, had the blick in my lap, ha
[Verse]
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
That lil' bitch blew me, under cover, [?]
I heard your tape, that shit booty
My laugh in slow motion, I'm off the Xan’s
She off of the perc', she moody
You got a problem? Nigga, shoot me, yeah
All of my niggas gone run down (Run down), I used to wake up to gun sounds (Gun sounds)
‘Member I was down the mud now, I could really give like zero fucks now
Nigga a bitch, he get punched down, oh, thats yo mans? He runtz now
His mans shot up, [?] now, his mans dead, [?] now
[Chorus]
Bitch, I got my bag up, and flexed up on you fuck niggas
Lil nigga, get your racks up, and stop all that cap, you don't kill niggas
Cuz' I hang around with the field niggas, them scary, and ready to spill niggas
Whole gang, filled with some real niggas, yeah, real niggas
Flew to .L.A., and just blew me a bag
Bitch [?]
How many shots? That’s two in the back
Upping the fye, at his cap (Cap)
You ain't my gang, you can't get a dub
He tryna run down, had the blick in my lap, ha
[Pre-Chorus]
‘Member I was going through it, niggas had to check up on me
Play with the racks, yeah, I thumb through it, I just ran a check up on me, bitch
Chillin’ at the MBC, bitch
Blow a bag, no receipts, bitch, niggas steady tryna reach, bitch (Bitch)
How could you be mad? Bitch I get more racks than you, I got paper cuts from the cash
Niggas ain’t used to fuck with me, now they mad, that a nigga passing
Caught his bro, yeah, he turn to past-tense, caught that nigga like, “Ian, what happened?” Yeah
15!
[Chorus]
Bitch, I got my bag up, and flexed up on you fuck niggas
Lil nigga, get your racks up, and stop all that cap, you don't kill niggas
Cuz' I hang around with the field niggas, them scary, and ready to spill niggas
Whole gang, filled with some real niggas, yeah, real niggas
Flew to .L.A., and just blew me a bag
Bitch [?]
How many shots? That’s two in the back
Upping the fye, at his cap (Cap)
You ain't my gang, you can't get a dub
He tryna run down, had the blick in my lap, ha!
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