Gang
Ayy
So much money in my pockets, it ain't shit you can tell me
Drunk as fuck, coolin' in the trap, off of that Remy
Fucked this ho and she stupid bad, she squirt in her panties
Still in the hood with the gang-gang, my enemies bitches
12 Hit the spot, they started askin'
'Bout all them cars that was rented
I don't know a thing, 'cause when it was
Pressure, all my friends turned to snitches
I swear to God, know it ain't shit to drop a
Bag when they kill 'em (Grrah, baow, baow, baow)
Self-defense and I'm bondin' out, I can't see
Me in no prison (I can't see me in no prison)
Self-defense and I'm bondin' out, I can't see me in the system (Grrah)
Know the opps be tryna wet me up, they bitches be hittin' me
But I'ma chase all these fuckin' bands, fuck you and your clan
Like, where the safe? My bitch come
Through and she smoke you and your mans
Like, where the cake? I need that bread
Fuck all that shit you be talkin' 'bout
True Religion, Robin jeans every time I stepped out the house
I got a bag, you niggas broke, so why you say I fell off? (Grrah)
I get the cheese, I ain't no rat, but I got P's in the loft
Come through shootin' at you niggas like I'm James Bond (Grrah)
Niggas thought they caught me lackin', had that Glocky .45
If he slide, he gon' die, we gon' send you to the sky
Since them niggas shot my brother, it's guaranteed that I'ma ride
I might have to send that kite, gon' and take a nigga life
FN with a thirty clip, it complete the mission right
Watch how this young nigga bounce out
With that .44, get to spillin' shit
Bitch, I been been had them packs, bitch, I been been had them racks
Every time these niggas see me, bitch, I'm always in the trap
Mama told me watch these niggas 'cause they'll stab you in the back
Your homie tried it, he got whacked
So much money in my pockets, it ain't shit you can tell me
Drunk as fuck, coolin' in the trap, off of that Remy
Fucked this ho and she stupid bad, she squirt in her panties
Still in the hood with the gang-gang, my enemies bitches
12 Hit the spot, they started askin'
'Bout all them cars that was rented
I don't know a thing, 'cause when it was
Pressure, all my friends turned to snitches
I swear to God, know it ain't shit to drop a
Bag when they kill 'em (Grrah, baow, baow, baow)
Self-defense and I'm bondin' out, I can't see
Me in no prison (I can't see me in no system)
Gang
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