Intro (feat. YoungBoy Never Broke Again)
Turn me up, Josh
Josh engineer
Fuck, whose care?
A probation, gang, gang
Fuck probation, toting my pistol out in public
Prosecutor wanna ban me 'cause they know that I have been thuggin'
I've been sippin' on that drank and all my niggas they've been druggin'
Look, fuck all that shit, let me tell you how we're clutchin' (gang)
This for Lil Dave, load up and spin with them thangs (skrrt)
This for my gang, up, and I'm busting his brain (pow)
This that creep shit, this that Three shit (Three), all of my niggas gonna bang (yeah)
This that beef shit, you can't eat shit (yeah), none of you niggas can't hang
Me and Big B on a creep (creep), shoutout KD in the streets (KD)
We got them packs for cheap (packs for cheap)
Come get a three from Three (three from Three)
I got that Glock on me (Glock on me)
Who wanna rock with me? (Who wanna rock?)
You say that they in, I'm buyin' them then
Bitch, come shop with me (shop with Three)
I heard that gang been the target, been like this since we're done started
Wrap it up, bitch it's retarded, no love, I'm young and heartless
Everywhere I keep that .40, drugged down like I'm a artist
But chop a nigga like I'm a bagger (gang, gang, gang, gang)
We so savage (damn), shut down the whole club (brrr) (shut down the club)
Fuck security, bitch, we strapped up in the club (pop, pop, pop)
My niggas thuggin' and you know they full of drugs (full of drugs)
I'm hollering gang, gang, gang (gang), what's up? (Don't play no Glock)
Play games in this club (okay, we don't), you know they gang in this club (yeah)
We don't bang (bang) in this club, what you're sayin'? Bitches' up
Please don't come my way (yeah), get shot in your face (fuck)
Don't talk 'bout doing the race, just catch me out of state (hey)
Yeah, what up, YB? You know we're dumb in this bitch
What up, Ben 10? You know, what up, Big B? Shoutout KD, yeah
You know we retarded in this bitch, you know gang, yeah
And I got Baby Joe with me, you know it's retarded
Straight on that Three shit, that creep shit
That shit you don't want beef with nigga, look
Yeah, this that three-point line, nigga
Fuck 'em (Three!)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Josh engineer
Fuck, whose care?
A probation, gang, gang
Fuck probation, toting my pistol out in public
Prosecutor wanna ban me 'cause they know that I have been thuggin'
I've been sippin' on that drank and all my niggas they've been druggin'
Look, fuck all that shit, let me tell you how we're clutchin' (gang)
This for Lil Dave, load up and spin with them thangs (skrrt)
This for my gang, up, and I'm busting his brain (pow)
This that creep shit, this that Three shit (Three), all of my niggas gonna bang (yeah)
This that beef shit, you can't eat shit (yeah), none of you niggas can't hang
Me and Big B on a creep (creep), shoutout KD in the streets (KD)
We got them packs for cheap (packs for cheap)
Come get a three from Three (three from Three)
I got that Glock on me (Glock on me)
Who wanna rock with me? (Who wanna rock?)
You say that they in, I'm buyin' them then
Bitch, come shop with me (shop with Three)
I heard that gang been the target, been like this since we're done started
Wrap it up, bitch it's retarded, no love, I'm young and heartless
Everywhere I keep that .40, drugged down like I'm a artist
But chop a nigga like I'm a bagger (gang, gang, gang, gang)
We so savage (damn), shut down the whole club (brrr) (shut down the club)
Fuck security, bitch, we strapped up in the club (pop, pop, pop)
My niggas thuggin' and you know they full of drugs (full of drugs)
I'm hollering gang, gang, gang (gang), what's up? (Don't play no Glock)
Play games in this club (okay, we don't), you know they gang in this club (yeah)
We don't bang (bang) in this club, what you're sayin'? Bitches' up
Please don't come my way (yeah), get shot in your face (fuck)
Don't talk 'bout doing the race, just catch me out of state (hey)
Yeah, what up, YB? You know we're dumb in this bitch
What up, Ben 10? You know, what up, Big B? Shoutout KD, yeah
You know we retarded in this bitch, you know gang, yeah
And I got Baby Joe with me, you know it's retarded
Straight on that Three shit, that creep shit
That shit you don't want beef with nigga, look
Yeah, this that three-point line, nigga
Fuck 'em (Three!)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Ha Hae Ryong, Og Jeong Yong
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