Young nigga, yeah, we all on missions
Young niggas, yeah, we all 'bout business, yeah
Mm, mm, mm (Ayo, Nashi, you go crazy)
Oh, I heard
Drip Gang keep a Glock, if you spinnin' that block
Just know that we makin' shit hot, yeah
Lil' brother gon' flock if they givin' him the chop
Drip Gang, this shit never gon' stop, yeah
Told Guap, "I need guap, I need backend"
Brodie always on D, he ain't lackin'
Got the ball and you never scored a basket
RIP on court, we ain't passin' caskets
Tell them lil' niggas better go home
Papers gettin' signed, money grow long
I never thought I'd make it here, oh no
Started off with scams, got it on the road
She fell in love with my fashion
This ain't no regular coat, it's a Mackage
Flashin', I done got tired of flashin'
I call up Chris for the 6, we make magic
Stand it, they cannot stand it
They ain't give me nothin', so I turned into a bandit
Made a couple bands out of Chase, lil' nigga, I ain't swipin'
When I send my dawgs for them pussies, they on timin'
If we get caught, they don't talk, they stay silent
You can ask Raf, free Yellow, free TyJay
You can ask Shaq, free OE, free Shawny
Free all of my niggas from the streets, they behind me
Dee said that it's war in these streets
Well, someone tell Dee they ain't fuckin' with me, yeah
She said I'm just company
Well, tell that lil' trick she gotta get on her knees, yeah
And these scars still bleedin'
Blood in my eyes, I don't cry, nigga, I'm a lil' demon
Damn, Turtle, I can't see him
Gone too long, but they for him 'cause them choppas still grievin'
Uh, mm, choppas still grievin'
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm
Now hold on, let's get back-back to the script
Where were them bitches when shit wasn't lit?
Get hit on the strip if you talk out your lip
Bro got the thirty, he walk with a limp
Bitches is cappin', them fees gettin' skimmed
T-Wa gon' drill him if he runnin' Rick
I'm makin' that fire, still walk with a stick
I'm with the gang, said I'm with the Drips
Extendo's, they hangin' level my clip
Smurf always told me, "Don't trust in no bitch"
And Tee always told me, "Lil' nigga, get rich"
Ride for your mans, please don't ride for a myth
I'm in DC with the Muslim fit
Ayo got bitches in love with the drip, yeah, yeah
Free my lil' shooter, that's TyJay the menace
I wasn't rappin', we still would be drillin'
I spoke to the lawyer, he said that we winnin'
I talked to Shaq and he said there's no limit
It's still free my father, the gang know I miss him
Always on court, never shot from a distance
Aggy gon' drill him if he got the Smith
I told you, don't play with my niggas, we gifted
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Young nigga, yeah, we all on missions
Young nigga, yeah, we all 'bout business, yeah
Mm, mm, mm
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