Bang

They told me, get on it, you never look back

I got on, I put the gang on my back, yeah

She falls asleep (Coupe)

It's on me, you get on, you never look back

I got on, I put the gag on my back

Whole lot of racks in the LV bed

These acts (okay)

Mo' seein' new **** really informed

So I wanna ticket, I don't wanna hang

I'm tired of these fake ass rat **** actin' like suitors

I know damn well they ain't

Nip' had a draco, cheeky (bang)

**** try to juggle Siffy

Count say, "Shout, no Tyree"

Blood on blood for blow down

And I heard that he's blowin' for blood though

But he ain't even blow for his bro though

But he ain't even blow for his hoodlum

Look at that bitch, ain't never gon' smoke 'em

Hop by a little take, y'all **** run

I'm tryna rule that world, I get dozed

I'm tryna fuck that world, I get scrolled

Speaking on gang, I'ma come in, exposed

Wash it down with a smile, no joke

Like a snake when I creep with that Foreign

By that pit when they put that shit on

A **** can't duck, did her RP, bro

Tryin' to ride with that glock, I'm not lonely

At least I stay on my car like I'm Tony

Capped by the world, feelin' like I'm down

For head, on the night with me, game

Got bitches on the lane, they get gone or somethin'

Got broke from the rack, lil' chop that shit down

Kiddo got made over a hunnid thousand

And that's how I'm breakin' the house

Y'all **** were wild

They told me to get on, you never looked back

I got her and I put the gang on my back

Whole lot of racks, the LV back

These acts, okay (on gang)

Mo' seein' new **** really informed

So I wanna ticket, I don't wanna hang

I'm tired of these fake ass rat **** actin' like suitors

I know damn well they ain't

Nip' had a draco, cheeky (bang)

**** try to juggle Siffy

Count say, "Shout, no Tyree"

Blood on blood for blow down

And I heard that he's blowin' for blow down

But he ain't even blow for his bro though

He didn't even blow for his hood though

Liberate a bitch, I ain't ever gon' smoke 'em

Look where that bitch at, ain't no one gon' hold 'em

Chill out to G-City, back out, no chill

They wanna start flyin', I want more kill

I'm gonna fuck what's hot like a burn, sit

I'm gonna fuck, why I cut like a steel

I wanna fuck but I cut like a P

I wanna fuck but I pop like a blick

I wanna fuck, what's dead on D

They mad that I came from the bottom and rich

Cover this kid with a knife, I can talk

I don't have 'em blazin', spin 'bout their place

Feenin' for percs, I'm gon' turn to a junkie

Wrap up a bottle like bricks all around me

I'm a skrrt **** from back, yeah they're comin'

And I'm done flew busy for any dilemma

I'm wanted by an uncle, we've seen him around

They told me, "You get on, you never look back"

I got on, I put the gang on my back, yeah

Whole lot of racks in the LV bed

These acts (okay)

Mo' seein' new **** really informed

So I wanna ticket, I don't wanna hang

I'm tired of these fake ass rat **** actin' like suitors

I know damn well they ain't

Nip' had a draco, cheeky (bang)

**** try to juggle Siffy

Count say, "Shout, no Tyree"

Blood on blood for blow down

And I heard that he's blowin' for blood though

But he ain't even blow for his bro though

But he ain't even blow for his hood

Liberate a bitch, I ain't never gon' smoke 'em