Bang (feat. C Jack)

Fuck wit the lil nigga I'll come and getcha Talkin that shyt get broke down like a swisher Grabbin that pistol I will come and get u Shoot at ur crib and hit up ur vehicle Call up the click the gang, we comin at u u thinkin we playin U mad at the team we created a lane, we hopped out this bitch lookin fly as a plane Nigga be talkin that shyt on the gram they ain't bout it next nigga like why not I sent a location like nigga come pull up and niggas still ain't even pop out I'm doin the dash runnin the lights 12 just ruined the hotbox He said I kno it's some drugs in the car I can smell it but I told him "no it's not" He wrote me a ticket I got a court date but that ain't stoppin Shyt I'm still on the block I ain't scared of nothin I keep this shyt on me it's gon be a man down if I see a opp If we see a opp, I swear to gawd that boy he gettin shot We look like the feds when we hit the block I swear to gawd that boy gon need a cop I pull up wit Fetti we get to the Fetti I hit up Rayshawn like we to the top Niggas be actin like everything straight, hop in the stolie and bend the block Been fuckin wit litty, he comin for niggas he told me to tell u to warn ur block I heard some niggas say they was locked down when really they don't even got a spot I'm runnin it up I hit so many hoes I don't even kno what's my body count Man fuck these niggas, we fuckin these hoes but we bust these niggas All of these guns loaded wit extensions In the black van looking like a henchman over this weed I can smell the tension Everywhere I go the plot it thickens, seein red meat like a pack of chicken I'm clownin on niggas, all of this ice got me drownin on niggas All of this time I was down wit these niggas And now I see hate and the frowns in these niggas what did I do wrong Did I not shine when I put the group on Did I not give'em half like a coupon Did I not put the whole town in my songs Rollin up has told her get in a thong When we in the car she be playin my song She not a dog but I'm givin her bone, told her u gotta go hard or go home I can't get no sleep Money callin my phone Niggas talk down Imma see what u on, I get the pack and then get it gone I cannot settle need my money long, I stuff a wood and then get in my zone Mama she prayin that I make it home KLUBHOUSE THE GANG MUTHAFUCKA WE GONE