Klear the Air
These niggas talk like they on the phone
If I ain't with the gang then I'm all alone
If I'm not on the block then I'm in your home
If I'm not trying to fight I will pull the chrome
I smoke so much weed that my feelings gone
I drink so much lean I be sleep on songs
So fucking high I stand next to drones
But I'll still hit your ass cause the barrel long lil' nigga
Smoked out in the trap house
Just put up my stash bout to pull me a pack out
If we doing business and you trying to back out
I kill me a nigga right after I flash out
I'm a man if my word
Bitch I can get you a bird
But if you gone come
Then just come with your cash out
Blood I'm not the plug
But the plug no my background
Wait, sweet holy ghost
I pray I don't die so I walk with the toast
Get shot in your noggin in front of your folks
Bitch it ain't no upstate so I'm not bout to joce
Bitch I'm the God I'll make you a believer
When I was thirteen my best friend was a cleaver
I'll beat on your face watching leave it to beaver
White bitches in the corner snorting that Bieber, Bieber
And is more white girls pulling up
We The Flames bitch what you gone do with us
We'll kill you and your mama nigga true enough
walk out with ya money in my pocket that's for booting up
Pull up with the profit in a big bag with a big yea
When I pop it, it got kickback
Make a nigga get back call up the MOB and we split that
We taking over where yo clique at
This ain't a game, this ain't a game
I got zombies for hire that come for your brain
Bitch I'm a monster bitch I'm a monster
That growl at a nigga to show him my fangs
Audio dope put this dope in your veins
Every line raw, as raw as cocaine
Platinum spit that shit make you wan' hit a stain
Before I leave out I must say free the gang
Gang
These niggas talk like they on the phone
If I ain't with the gang then I'm all alone
If I'm not on the block then I'm in your home
If I'm not trying to fight I will pull the chrome
I smoke so much weed that my feelings gone
I drink so much lean I be sleep on songs
So fucking high I stand next to drones
But I'll still hit your ass cause the barrel long lil' nigga
Fuck do you mean I'm the best in the business
I served him like Pop-Eye's he wanted a chicken
I gave him a two piece drew down with the biscuit
Fold under pressure
Most of you niggas just break like a Triscuit
I pop me a Xannie wild out and start tripping
And go with my move like I'm with the Olympics
Bitch
This ain't for play
My homies wake up to this shit everyday
A beast from the east that got out of the cage
I put on some clothes just to come for your face
Blood in my eyes, you see the rage
You got sixty seconds no Nicholas Cage
Can sell you a brick while performing on stage
Then back to the trap with some groupies to play
Groupies to play groupies to play
I go home with them groupies and bust in they face
Then gave 'em a towel they won't leave a trace
Then I make 'em both leave out the house the same day
One of 'em straight, one of 'em gay
Guess which one stayed trying to plead her lil' case
I just want my space, I just want my lean
I just want my weed, I just want some steak, steak
Getting to the money make you feel good
You say you a trapper try that shit up in a real hood nigga
You probably in the 'Dell with them lil' jugs
I be in a Pontiac riding round Little Woods nigga
I can switch the style and not change up
All red with the black Glizzy
Or all green with the rusty shotti
Or the all black with the black semi
These niggas talk like they on the phone
If I ain't with the gang then I'm all alone
If I'm not on the block then I'm in your home
If I'm not trying to fight I will pull the chrome
I smoke so much weed that my feelings gone
I drink so much lean I be sleep on songs
So fucking high I stand next to drones
But I'll still hit your ass cause the barrel long lil' nigga
If I ain't with the gang then I'm all alone
If I'm not on the block then I'm in your home
If I'm not trying to fight I will pull the chrome
I smoke so much weed that my feelings gone
I drink so much lean I be sleep on songs
So fucking high I stand next to drones
But I'll still hit your ass cause the barrel long lil' nigga
Smoked out in the trap house
Just put up my stash bout to pull me a pack out
If we doing business and you trying to back out
I kill me a nigga right after I flash out
I'm a man if my word
Bitch I can get you a bird
But if you gone come
Then just come with your cash out
Blood I'm not the plug
But the plug no my background
Wait, sweet holy ghost
I pray I don't die so I walk with the toast
Get shot in your noggin in front of your folks
Bitch it ain't no upstate so I'm not bout to joce
Bitch I'm the God I'll make you a believer
When I was thirteen my best friend was a cleaver
I'll beat on your face watching leave it to beaver
White bitches in the corner snorting that Bieber, Bieber
And is more white girls pulling up
We The Flames bitch what you gone do with us
We'll kill you and your mama nigga true enough
walk out with ya money in my pocket that's for booting up
Pull up with the profit in a big bag with a big yea
When I pop it, it got kickback
Make a nigga get back call up the MOB and we split that
We taking over where yo clique at
This ain't a game, this ain't a game
I got zombies for hire that come for your brain
Bitch I'm a monster bitch I'm a monster
That growl at a nigga to show him my fangs
Audio dope put this dope in your veins
Every line raw, as raw as cocaine
Platinum spit that shit make you wan' hit a stain
Before I leave out I must say free the gang
Gang
These niggas talk like they on the phone
If I ain't with the gang then I'm all alone
If I'm not on the block then I'm in your home
If I'm not trying to fight I will pull the chrome
I smoke so much weed that my feelings gone
I drink so much lean I be sleep on songs
So fucking high I stand next to drones
But I'll still hit your ass cause the barrel long lil' nigga
Fuck do you mean I'm the best in the business
I served him like Pop-Eye's he wanted a chicken
I gave him a two piece drew down with the biscuit
Fold under pressure
Most of you niggas just break like a Triscuit
I pop me a Xannie wild out and start tripping
And go with my move like I'm with the Olympics
Bitch
This ain't for play
My homies wake up to this shit everyday
A beast from the east that got out of the cage
I put on some clothes just to come for your face
Blood in my eyes, you see the rage
You got sixty seconds no Nicholas Cage
Can sell you a brick while performing on stage
Then back to the trap with some groupies to play
Groupies to play groupies to play
I go home with them groupies and bust in they face
Then gave 'em a towel they won't leave a trace
Then I make 'em both leave out the house the same day
One of 'em straight, one of 'em gay
Guess which one stayed trying to plead her lil' case
I just want my space, I just want my lean
I just want my weed, I just want some steak, steak
Getting to the money make you feel good
You say you a trapper try that shit up in a real hood nigga
You probably in the 'Dell with them lil' jugs
I be in a Pontiac riding round Little Woods nigga
I can switch the style and not change up
All red with the black Glizzy
Or all green with the rusty shotti
Or the all black with the black semi
These niggas talk like they on the phone
If I ain't with the gang then I'm all alone
If I'm not on the block then I'm in your home
If I'm not trying to fight I will pull the chrome
I smoke so much weed that my feelings gone
I drink so much lean I be sleep on songs
So fucking high I stand next to drones
But I'll still hit your ass cause the barrel long lil' nigga
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Writer(s): Sean Scie
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