Say Gang

(PatLacedThat)

They say, huh, huh, huh

Yeah, they say all a **** talk about is bodies

Shit, let's talk about these M's that I got stashed in my deposit

Or let's talk about that time that I jumped out with that rocket

Got to poppin' 'cause them **** kept on speaking on lil' Bobby

Come here, dead man walkin'

He be poppin' shit on Instagram, that's a dead man talkin'

Mama raised a fuckin' beast

Shit is crazy, pop a Perc' before I get me somethin' to eat

****' lazy, swear to God, bitch, I can walk on any beat

Move up out the way, I got this Draco in my Wraith, okay

All them **** play? Okay, all them **** lay

Say, gang, I'm tired of sparin' ****, ayy, just stay aware, lil' ****

Ridin' with some shit I know for sure can kill a bear, lil' ****

Ayy, come here, boy, I been swangin' blicks

Step on shit since I went to Pastor Troy

Now a **** rich as fuck, I might go 911 Porsche

You either hate me or you love me

I done ran up too much pape', a dirty bitch can't do nothin' for me

Yeah, reaper talkin' to me in my sleep, I don't think these **** ready

Say, lil' gang, pass me my Gen5, I'm tryna face a ****

Blood everywhere like ICU, can't run, boy, I see you

Blood gushin' out his top, we left his family terrified

Every time the opps flew through here, we left 'em dead fly

It's a murder scene when we pop out, I bring them steppers out

Since you say you kill, let's get on murder time, drill a ****

Speak on nothing that I seen or saw, Wee omertà ****

Yeah, ten shots out the Glock right to his head, we left him dead

I'll burn a whole city down and go to war with the feds

**** know I'm on that murder shit, for real, I don't be playin'

We been lurkin' on that wide-body, gon' rob him for them bands

We been lurkin' on that Trackhawk, might rob him for them bricks

I'm the type to kill your main mans and spark the beef up

Why you dissin' on the 'net? Dog, you know that shit ain't street

Why you spendin' racks on thots, dog? You know that shit ain't P

****, you know that shit ain't right

****, you know I keep that four-nick, bitch, I'm strapped up like a dyke

Rich as fuck, playin' games, I'm out here gamblin' with my life

Know I can get hit in my head, but, bitch, I'm still gon' roll the dice

7-Eleven, send me a **** right to heaven, I'm never stressin'

I'm Lil' Legend, make the baddest bitch go pout

In the club with Quinn, we ain't go no blick, that boy gon' knock somethin' out

Got a big house waitin' on me, on God, I ain't even change the locks

Filled with dust, I gotta mop

I ain't gon' cap, she did me wrong, I'm built for this, lil' bitch, I'm strong

Couple words that I don't like, then I won't even call your phone

Couple **** I wanna pop, but I don't see 'em face to face

A couple **** had got shot, them folks couldn't never find no trace

Let me in, on God, I gotta bring my Gen, on God

Promoter trippin', get his ass slapped out for all that bitchin', boy

I don't see nothin', I don't know nothin', all murder shit for real, lil' boy

I keep thinking 'bout that boy that we left shot up in that rental car (Rrr)

One Drac', two Drac', stir him up, soufflé

This blick like a pep rally, make this bitch go, "Hooray"

I'm with Wee and we with Ni, if you play, you D-I-E

Told my road manager the other day, "Y'all signed a fuckin' beast"

Blow my gun, I'm never runnin', bitch, I got a hundred sticks

How the fuck you wanna go to war? You ain't got no money, bitch

All my life, I worked that fye, you play with me, your ass gon' die

Slow down the box and hit the lights, I see an opp, I take his life

He think he steppin', his ass a free body, I get shit chalked for real

King opp for real, we spin blocks for real, hop out for real

Grew up on the West, this shit get wicked, on my dead brother

Every **** went against this shit got hit up with that cutter

Shoot his head and spill his brains, stop his heartbeat, Eddie Kane

Make him freeze, we all dump the clip and execute that boy

I can rap about this spinnin' shit 'cause I get busy, bitch

Zip a **** like a Bape hoodie, where his brains at?