Gunz N Money

Sorry, we don't know you, bitch

Who you rollin' with?

Free my bro'nem out the pen

We been some killers since

My block, my **** smoking shit

That's how we rollin' shit

We do magic, pull up on them, Hocus Pocus shit

Guns and money

Guns and money

Guns and money

Guns and money

Guns and money

Guns and money

Guns and money

Guns and money

300, who I'm rollin' with

Called up bro, we smokin' shit

If we broke, we pokin' him

Act like you don't know this shit

Sip lean to stay focus shit

Fed my block with dope and pics

Perculins with coke and shit

Fifty shots, we drummin' shit

Fefe, we don't come to them

We see a opp, we punish him

Word to Nuski killer

Word to Chino killer

Word to Moski killer

We know we gon' kill you

You know we don't feel you

You know we gon' get 'em

They know we them ****

They know we them ****

Bang bro hoes, we brothers, bitch

THF my brothers, bitch

Got caught on some other shit

Throw out the case like Cutler, bitch

One night, ain't no cuddle, bitch

Rex, throw me a rubber, bitch

Can't go raw, can't trust a bitch

I can't take care of the kids

Sorry, we don't know you bitch

Who you rollin' with?

Free my bro'nem out the pen

We been some killers since

My block, my **** smoking shit

That's how we rollin' shit

We do magic, pull up on them, Hocus Pocus shit

Guns and money

Guns and money

Guns and money

Guns and money

Guns and money

Guns and money

Guns and money

Guns and money

Foe'nem, they be wackin' shit

I ain't with that lackin' shit

Carry .40s, MACs and shit

Ink his back like tats and shit

I be up on racks and shit

I do what's in my raps and shit

Fuck a bitch off my IG, don't post my shit, relax, lil' bitch

Cali sippin' Act' and Tech, I don't how to act with that

I'm a G with this new K

Like I'm with the alphabet

Call up BJ from the pound, no bake, but he gon' make them check

Late night, drivin' on some boppin' shit

Go out west with that

Put them **** on you

Yeah, they'll done you

Can't go home at night 'cause I put them **** on you

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

OTF 300, ****, this the year

Sorry, we don't know you bitch

Who you rollin' with?

Free my bro'nem out the pen

We been some killers since

My block, my **** smoking shit

That's how we rollin' shit

We do magic, pull up on them, Hocus Pocus shit

Guns and money

Guns and money

Guns and money

Guns and money

Guns and money

Guns and money

Guns and money

Guns and money

Bow!