Pinta Vibes
You on gang time homie this is grey line
If you really want it then it's game time
Wasn't running nothing on the main line
End up in the muhfucking SHU, Begging for your life
You on gang time homie this is grey line
If you really want it then it's game time
Wasn't running nothing on the main line
End up in the muhfucking SHU, Beggin for your life
Ain't no gang banging got my CO's with them thangs
If Sucka want a problem hit his celly with the L8
Said you making moves on the pound now you checked in
Talking big behind the fucking glass come outside bitch
Suits on the tier now you run shit
Ain't gon use the spray if you want it catch the fade then
L T, open up the door let me get him homie
If he want the smoke I'll turn his cell into a sauna homie
Put that on my kids I'm a G, CO check my jacket
Bitch I got your papers and on here says you faggot
Tryna to get up on some chips, they caught you sucking dick
In fact you never even hit the yard how you gangster bitch
Now the cops got them tasers and nine irons
CO's got a radio and leg irons
Ain't gotta prove shit this huero ruthless
Don't believe me ask around bitch I do this
You on gang time homie this is grey line
If you really want it then it's game time
Wasn't running nothing on the main line
End up in the muhfucking SHU, Beggin for your life
You on gang time homie this is grey line
If you really want it then it's game time
Wasn't running nothing on the main line
End up in the muhfucking SHU, Begging for your life
If you really want it then it's game time
Wasn't running nothing on the main line
End up in the muhfucking SHU, Begging for your life
You on gang time homie this is grey line
If you really want it then it's game time
Wasn't running nothing on the main line
End up in the muhfucking SHU, Beggin for your life
Ain't no gang banging got my CO's with them thangs
If Sucka want a problem hit his celly with the L8
Said you making moves on the pound now you checked in
Talking big behind the fucking glass come outside bitch
Suits on the tier now you run shit
Ain't gon use the spray if you want it catch the fade then
L T, open up the door let me get him homie
If he want the smoke I'll turn his cell into a sauna homie
Put that on my kids I'm a G, CO check my jacket
Bitch I got your papers and on here says you faggot
Tryna to get up on some chips, they caught you sucking dick
In fact you never even hit the yard how you gangster bitch
Now the cops got them tasers and nine irons
CO's got a radio and leg irons
Ain't gotta prove shit this huero ruthless
Don't believe me ask around bitch I do this
You on gang time homie this is grey line
If you really want it then it's game time
Wasn't running nothing on the main line
End up in the muhfucking SHU, Beggin for your life
You on gang time homie this is grey line
If you really want it then it's game time
Wasn't running nothing on the main line
End up in the muhfucking SHU, Begging for your life
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Writer(s): Jacob Martini
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