Outro
Hundred
Slide
You know we coming nigga
All stick no twenty two's
Every time
Three chains on and two petek
We fuck off drugs that super sex
Boy stop acting like a opp
Cause you can die like that
Take a trip to yah dubi
And then i fly right back
I put four grams in blunt
Cause I get high like that
On your mark get set
You better get ready
Ima buss down my wrist
Flood my bitch with baghetti's
I got cake on top of cake
Like the ones that you see
At a weeding
She gone put my name on her tittie
Ima put my gang on a million
I wanna see the hold gang winning
Better keep them hoes out your business
Man I thought you ass we gangsta But you lied bout that
Treat his ass just like a cloud
Put him in the sky like that
Fucc nigga
Why would you try like that
Yah yah yah
Slide
I had to get in on this one
This motherfucker a fool
We get money
Fuck on bitches
Fuck the wave we don't follow
Shit bitch we trending
Since you wanna start some shit
We gone finish
Nigga know wassup with me
Bitch we stepping
I'm not a regular pedestrian
Play with gang boy shit get deadly
I got murder on my mind
Free young melly shit get hectic
Pull up we hope out and spin it
We really with it
Boy this not a Gimmick
Can't fuck with my gang
Cause we is not friendly
We pull up in benz
We pull up in bentley's
Yah yah yah
Dreek they gone fucc with this one
Well the real niggas any way
The rest"em gone do what
They do best
Hate
Slide
You know we coming nigga
All stick no twenty two's
Every time
Three chains on and two petek
We fuck off drugs that super sex
Boy stop acting like a opp
Cause you can die like that
Take a trip to yah dubi
And then i fly right back
I put four grams in blunt
Cause I get high like that
On your mark get set
You better get ready
Ima buss down my wrist
Flood my bitch with baghetti's
I got cake on top of cake
Like the ones that you see
At a weeding
She gone put my name on her tittie
Ima put my gang on a million
I wanna see the hold gang winning
Better keep them hoes out your business
Man I thought you ass we gangsta But you lied bout that
Treat his ass just like a cloud
Put him in the sky like that
Fucc nigga
Why would you try like that
Yah yah yah
Slide
I had to get in on this one
This motherfucker a fool
We get money
Fuck on bitches
Fuck the wave we don't follow
Shit bitch we trending
Since you wanna start some shit
We gone finish
Nigga know wassup with me
Bitch we stepping
I'm not a regular pedestrian
Play with gang boy shit get deadly
I got murder on my mind
Free young melly shit get hectic
Pull up we hope out and spin it
We really with it
Boy this not a Gimmick
Can't fuck with my gang
Cause we is not friendly
We pull up in benz
We pull up in bentley's
Yah yah yah
Dreek they gone fucc with this one
Well the real niggas any way
The rest"em gone do what
They do best
Hate
Credits
Writer(s): Rodriquez Strickland
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