No One Man Above The Gang

[Intro: Rx Papi]

It's the dawg

[Verse 1: Rx Papi]

A bitch won't never make it to my crib, I don't play them fucking games

Brodie came to snatch a nigga soul, he don't want no fuckin' chain

We gon' slide broad-day, matter if it's rain pourin'

Yeah, we bound to lose, but we gon' make him feel that pain more

I love my guys to death, they gotta put us in the same morgue

And you can cut them games while you are here 'cause bro'nem ain't for it

Ain't no one man above the gang

My niggas rock Ricks and chains

This for all the men, pussy, you can keep the fucking fame

Bitches don't know who to pick, they saying we all look the same

When brodie hit the turn pipe [?]

I bounce out with all my ice on and go to tossing flame

All the bros got thirtys on 'em, bitch, that's why we walkin' strange

The way we swing that belt you gon' think we on a [?]

You died before the diss, now I guess that shit'll never drop

Glitz a bully, he gon' do what he want on whoever block

My gat ain't never goin' on chill, this shit forever hot

And I just mixed my meds up, that shit just went the wrong way

Hundred thousand cash, with my hands I count it all-day

When I got outta prison I ain't asked for no nigga help

Three hundred thousand cash, all blues, I count that shit myself

And I feel like Quanny in the mirror, I'm like "Yeah, I did it"

Bro ain't gotta ask no questions, nigga, hell yeah, I'm with it

We gon' push yo' hat back tryna knock your brain off

Brodie pulled his mask down but never took his chains off

[Verse 2: OT7 Quanny]

Fishscale Sosa in the trap, I smell like a bird

Bitch chasin' me, I'm chasin' racks, get on my fuckin' nerves

I ain't never goin' broke again, yeah, I got mouths to feed

You ain't ballin' no more, why the fuck you think you [?]?

Pink slip boys, brand new toy cost three hundred thou'

Rap ass, cappin' ass niggas, stay the fuck from 'round

Bulletproof the truck, a hundred shots, that's how you 'posed to bend

Nigga touch me, you gettin' the belt, yeah, that shit over with

I woke up and made a hundred Gs, it's only nine o'clock

Don't you see the swag? I'm in the mall shoppin' 'til I drop

Nigga, I done got rich and then got rich again

She's gon' never tell me "No", look at this whip I'm in

Real chicken getter, I wake up and get them racks for breakfast

Way before I ever wrote a rap, yeah, nigga, I was steppin'

Sosa baby came back from the dirt, yeah, they thought I was dead

Let a nigga lay a finger on me, I'ma drop his ass

I just made two hundred fifty thou', it ain't even been a week

Money counter was on my lap last night when I went to sleep

Big ass diamond chain around my neck, bitch, cost a BMW

My left pocket like a fatass, this a BBW

Five hundred thousand in a Maybach, posted in the 'jects

I got that check on me like a box of cigarettes

[Verse 3: Valet187]