I Was
Gang Bando
Unhuh
I was in the hood with wee
Top
I was in the hood with wee
I was on the block with glock
On the block with fizzle
Nigga tote mags and pistol
Nah we not mad we missed you
Niggas in the hood
Yea we posted dont stop
I whole sale shit
Lil nigga I got drop
VIP at the show
Im strapped with mop
Ill spin it on a nigga
And Im trying to catch a opp
Gang gang gang
I was in the hood with wee
I was on the block with glock
On the block with fizzle
Nigga tote mags and pistol
Nah we not mad we missed you
Niggas in the hood
Yea we posted dont stop
I whole sale shit
Lil nigga I got drop
VIP at the show
I'm strapped with mop
I'll spin it on a nigga
And I'm trying to catch a opp
Gang gang gang
Nigga dont touch me Im thugging
Try the fuck shit then Im upping
Hit her once I ain't cuffing
These niggas be capping they Bluffing
That chopper be shooting out rabbits They Rushing
I'll send a blitz on a nigga
Like Hargrave
They about to free my uncle
So it's back to the old ways
All this ice on my neck
But remember broke days
If a nigga reach
Then he going make front page
These niggas aint fucking with me
Straight Out the mud
Don't be stepping on my feet
All of my bitchs some freaks
All of your bitchs like fucking with Me
Tell yo baby daddy go rack for rack
Lil bitch
I don't care about a lil scat
Tell yo baby daddy how I pulled
On yo tracks lil Bitch
And all of mine step like a frat
Order some Ps we got em we send
My nigga he caught him he spot em
He get em
If 12 hit the spot I don't tell on my Nigga
We don't fuck with no pigs
Or we don't fuck with them niggas
Walking out the bank
With them racks like I own it
I stepped out the house
With that strap like I'm tony
This glock won't never fold me
This bitch trying to suck me up
Take my soul from me
Gang
I was in the hood with wee
I was on the block with glock
On the block with fizzle
Nigga tote mags and pistol
Nah we not mad we missed you
Niggas in the hood
Yea we posted dont stop
I whole sale shit
Lil nigga I got drop
VIP at the show
I'm strapped with mop
I'll spin it on a nigga
And I'm trying to catch a opp
Gang gang gang
I was in the hood with wee
I was on the block with glock
On the block with fizzle
Nigga tote mags and pistol
Nah we not mad we missed you
Niggas in the hood
Yea we posted dont stop
I whole sale shit
Lil nigga I got drop
VIP at the show
I'm strapped with mop
I'll spin it on a nigga
And I'm trying to catch a opp
Gang gang gang
I was on the blocc wit Koda
I was in the hood wit Litty
100s n 50s run that shit up aint got
Time ta Kicc it
I stay in the city u know that I get it
I was in the oaks wit the gas
Sellin dem bags
We had the hood on smash
Juggin wit paper tags
Extended mags oops in body bags
Trapping them ps wit Neal pressed n Sealed
Trapping that gas for real
Ima jus smash n peel
She know the drill
I really ain't tryna chill
They got my cousins killed
I'm clutching that steel
These niggas know what it is
I got no fuccs to give
I want me a mill
A nigga aint signing no deal
I was outside wit bitches
You was inside doing dishes
Nigga u lame
I came from rags to riches
Fuck on the baddest bitches we ain't The same
I worked my ass to get it niggas be
Tripping They throwing dirt on my
Name
These niggas fags they dissing
Really be cripping double RR 30 the
Gang
Unhuh
I was in the hood with wee
Top
I was in the hood with wee
I was on the block with glock
On the block with fizzle
Nigga tote mags and pistol
Nah we not mad we missed you
Niggas in the hood
Yea we posted dont stop
I whole sale shit
Lil nigga I got drop
VIP at the show
Im strapped with mop
Ill spin it on a nigga
And Im trying to catch a opp
Gang gang gang
I was in the hood with wee
I was on the block with glock
On the block with fizzle
Nigga tote mags and pistol
Nah we not mad we missed you
Niggas in the hood
Yea we posted dont stop
I whole sale shit
Lil nigga I got drop
VIP at the show
I'm strapped with mop
I'll spin it on a nigga
And I'm trying to catch a opp
Gang gang gang
Nigga dont touch me Im thugging
Try the fuck shit then Im upping
Hit her once I ain't cuffing
These niggas be capping they Bluffing
That chopper be shooting out rabbits They Rushing
I'll send a blitz on a nigga
Like Hargrave
They about to free my uncle
So it's back to the old ways
All this ice on my neck
But remember broke days
If a nigga reach
Then he going make front page
These niggas aint fucking with me
Straight Out the mud
Don't be stepping on my feet
All of my bitchs some freaks
All of your bitchs like fucking with Me
Tell yo baby daddy go rack for rack
Lil bitch
I don't care about a lil scat
Tell yo baby daddy how I pulled
On yo tracks lil Bitch
And all of mine step like a frat
Order some Ps we got em we send
My nigga he caught him he spot em
He get em
If 12 hit the spot I don't tell on my Nigga
We don't fuck with no pigs
Or we don't fuck with them niggas
Walking out the bank
With them racks like I own it
I stepped out the house
With that strap like I'm tony
This glock won't never fold me
This bitch trying to suck me up
Take my soul from me
Gang
I was in the hood with wee
I was on the block with glock
On the block with fizzle
Nigga tote mags and pistol
Nah we not mad we missed you
Niggas in the hood
Yea we posted dont stop
I whole sale shit
Lil nigga I got drop
VIP at the show
I'm strapped with mop
I'll spin it on a nigga
And I'm trying to catch a opp
Gang gang gang
I was in the hood with wee
I was on the block with glock
On the block with fizzle
Nigga tote mags and pistol
Nah we not mad we missed you
Niggas in the hood
Yea we posted dont stop
I whole sale shit
Lil nigga I got drop
VIP at the show
I'm strapped with mop
I'll spin it on a nigga
And I'm trying to catch a opp
Gang gang gang
I was on the blocc wit Koda
I was in the hood wit Litty
100s n 50s run that shit up aint got
Time ta Kicc it
I stay in the city u know that I get it
I was in the oaks wit the gas
Sellin dem bags
We had the hood on smash
Juggin wit paper tags
Extended mags oops in body bags
Trapping them ps wit Neal pressed n Sealed
Trapping that gas for real
Ima jus smash n peel
She know the drill
I really ain't tryna chill
They got my cousins killed
I'm clutching that steel
These niggas know what it is
I got no fuccs to give
I want me a mill
A nigga aint signing no deal
I was outside wit bitches
You was inside doing dishes
Nigga u lame
I came from rags to riches
Fuck on the baddest bitches we ain't The same
I worked my ass to get it niggas be
Tripping They throwing dirt on my
Name
These niggas fags they dissing
Really be cripping double RR 30 the
Gang
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