[Intro]
RBE X SOB that's the gang
[Verse 1: Yhung T.O.]
Oh, oh, oh
I can't stop hittin' licks, I'm addicted (I'm addicted)
Can't stop totin' the stick, I can't risk it (I can't risk it)
I can't stop ridin' round wit' extensions (extensions)
Doin' 50 in this coupe on a mission (on a mission)
Now I gotta walk around wit' like ten bands on me (on me)
Last time I spring ten still had ten on me
I got my family and my bitch that depend on me
Rollin' around wit' this chop hope you prayin' for me
All these niggas want me dead I got red on me (I got red on me)
Put a beam on my Glock he got red on him (red on him)
But every time I see niggas they ain't sayin' nothin'
I got some niggas in the Rich who be head huntin' (head huntin')
Leave a nigga where he stand, bloody (stand, bloody)
And I been dead broke but not dead ugly
'Cause when we slidin' on yo' block it get dead ugly
Lil' brother squeeze that Glock 'til it jam for me
I ran up these bands and got brains (brains)
When I got that call I just fainted (fainted)
They don't ever know it's real 'til we aim
After I hit a nigga up I get faded
These niggas ain't never cared about me 'til I made it ('til I made it)
Niggas only hung around me 'til it got dangerous (dangerous)
Give this fame for my niggas I would trade it
And we gon' keep this trap lit 'til they raid it
Up this chop make you famous
Fuck you and them niggas that you hang wit'
And you can die wit' them niggas that you gang wit'
Where I'm from we don't got it so we take shit
Speakin' on that gang you a dead man (dead man)
Nigga fuck yo' dead family and yo' dead friends
Nigga we wit' all that shit if you ain't know it
Twenty thousand on my kick it got me frozen
[Verse 2: Slimmy B]
You ain't never seen a hundred grand
Better yet, you ain't never seen a fuckin' band (broke nigga)
For this life a nigga had to take a chance
All these fuckin' diamonds, ain't got shit to do but dance
Got a mind of a maniac like Boosie (like I'm Boosie)
This life a nigga live is a movie (is a movie)
Bust down, paid $850 for these Gucci's
You a grown man livin' wit' yo' mama, yo' ass Pookie
Bein' broke was gettin' old I had to run it up
Got thirty in my pocket plus it's thirty tucked
If it ain't thirty bands or better gang ain't showin up
Don't get yo' ass laid down for shit you throwin' up
Fuckin' wit' them suckas got him tagged up (got 'em tagged up)
Chuck ten at the bitch then she facted up
Niggas want me knocked down so I'm gassed up
And let a nigga reach for this chain, I'ma act up
Bitch
[Verse 3: DaBoii]
He ain't wit' all that shit he say he 'bout all in them songs
What you gon' do? We take the trip to go bounce on yo' dog
You ain't got nothin' to do wit' that, boy you sound like a fraud
Thick bitch come over here, make it bounce in your thong
Can't give out my trust no more
Got some lead up in the clip this shit'll touch yo' soul
Niggas got they hand outs when I'm the one they owe
And every time I'm on the mic I make 'em go take notes
Nigga we wit' all the shit, like the bubble guts
Say I look like my pops, I'm like I barely even know a bruh
Ho ass nigga, I can't wait to pull a whole one
Why put you on some game when you the type who wouldn't soak it up?
And I ain't even at the top but I'm headed for it
How long you been up on yo' ass? You need a medal for it
And when they leach and you condone it they gon' beg for more
And nigga life a game of chess, this ain't no checker board
[Verse 4: Lul G]
Fuck around and lost my mind wit' all these demons in me
Fuck, fuckin' on that bitch tryna fuck on my glizzy
All this bud and this Henny I'ma need a kidney
Still function off these drugs, hope a nigga tempt me
I won't leave the house without it like it's stuck to me
Niggas mad, up in they feelin's, they can't fuck wit' me
Niggas fakes and niggas snakes, I don't trust many
First nigga shootin', fuck duckin', watch me dump 50
Fuck yo' patna, poppin' up at nigga's candle lights
Mandatory wit' that chop, like Miranda rights
Ooh shit, I meant Miranda Rights
I don't cooperate wit' law I keep my hammer tight
Rollie on me, bust down, watch me drown they ass
Forty bands on me soft, bitch I paid in cash
Prayin' on my downfall got these niggas mad
He ain't want these shots, Worldstar, we had to beat his ass
Nigga
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