On feet

(YG 30 on rug)

Uh-uh, gang shit, fle, fle

Let me start this shit by sayin' stuck on my mans, now he deceased

Come through swayin' that switch two hands, tell by my stance, bitch I'm elite

I'on need smoke control no motion, when there's no strand, this shit get weak

Don't know why they're playin' the six, two, Drake's pissed ass never waking up from that sleep

Ay, using his head, take it right off the shoulders, got one to the branch to thank for his speech

These **** that claim they gangs, they never wanna put no pain on the drizzle on beats

Ain't playin' no games, ain't givin' no warnings

My one set thing, I just send 'em a tweak

Gon' die for some clout, that **** 'das runnin' his mouth, hope that **** is quick on his feet

Really can't hop on no feet 'cause these **** too deep, you know the payback seep so I'm driving my window

Know how it go, soon as we get the low, bitch **** get smoke with his folks in glimmer

Industry glock been gone too long, on the way home, the parole in September

Shift for me when I'm on my burner, right back on the run, I will never surrender

Fact that we spons' by glock, switch too many boxes, I done locked in with a Vamda

****, I healed that high shit really got shot off some drag shit wasn't on the agenda

Ain't got no love for no thot bitch, but when it come down to my shit I act like Tinder

I take a bitch don't fuck with a vendor, I tell her love her but fuck like I got sumin' against her

Let me start this shit by sayin' stuck on my mans, now he deceased

Come through swayin' that switch two hands, tell by my stance, bitch I'm elite

I'on need smoke control no motion, when there's no strand, this shit get weak

Don't know why they're playin' the six, two, Drake's pissed ass never waking up from that sleep

Ay, using his head, take it right off the shoulders, got one to the branch to thank for his speech

These **** that claim they gangs, they never wanna put no pain on the drizzle on beats

Ain't playin' no games, ain't givin' no warnings

My one set thing, I just send 'em a tweak

Gon' die for some clout, that **** 'das runnin' his mouth, hope that **** is quick on his feet

Gang shit