Lyrics
[Intro]
I keep that, I keep
I keep that, I keep that, yeah (Who made the beat? Apollo)
[Chorus]
Ride around with thangs, bitch, it's common
Throwin' up my gang like it's vomit
Throwin' up like vomit
Ain't fuckin' with your gang, to be honest
Catch you lackin', I'ma murk you, that's a promise
Yeah, bitch, I promise
Is you rollin'? Bitch, I might be
Keep the 40 tucked under the white tee
Rude boy, I don't know why these hoes like me
He makin' threats and I don't take that lightly, ayy
Ride around with thangs, bitch, it's common
Throwin' up my gang like it's vomit
Throwin' up like vomit
Ain't fuckin' with your gang, to be honest
Catch you lackin', I'ma murk you, that's a promise
Yeah, bitch, I promise
Is you rollin'? Bitch, I might be
Keep the 40 tucked under the white tee
Rude boy, I don't know why these hoes like me
He makin' threats and I don't take that lightly, ayy
Ride around with thangs, bitch, it's common
Throwin' up my gang like it's vomit
Throwin' up like vomit
Ain't fuckin' with your gang, to be honest
Catch you lackin', I'ma murk you, that's a promise
Yeah, bitch, I promise
[Verse 1]
But I don't need to pop my gun, I pop bottles
I drop bands on ****' heads and fuck models
I don't fuck on my fans, that's your problem
And they can't ride through my session, we gon' rob 'em
Ayy, I'm ridin' with a big ass TEC
Fully on this bitch'll get you wet
Hit my money dance just to flex
I only want the head, no sex
I don't do the romance
Baby, you can pull up your pants
If I give this bitch a chance
She might try to break my pockets for the rent
[Chorus]
Ride around with thangs, bitch, it's common
Throwin' up my gang like it's vomit
Throwin' up like vomit
Ain't fuckin' with your gang, to be honest
Catch you lackin', I'ma murk you, that's a promise
Yeah, bitch, I promise
Is you rollin'? Bitch, I might be
Keep the 40 tucked under the white tee
Rude boy, I don't know why these hoes like me
He makin' threats and I don't take that lightly, ayy
Ride around with thangs, bitch, it's common
Throwin' up my gang like it's vomit
Throwin' up like vomit
Ain't fuckin' with your gang, to be honest
Catch you lackin', I'ma murk you, that's a promise
Yeah, bitch, I promise
Is you rollin'? Bitch, I might be
Keep the 40 tucked under the white tee
Rude boy, I don't know why these hoes like me
He makin' threats and I don't take that lightly, ayy
Written by: Capoleon Price, Lorenzo Armstrong
