CFWY

Aye
Aye

I be chilling in the streets, I stay posted with my pole
I ain't fucking with that *****, 'cause he snitching on my cro
Want the diamonds on my chain, and my teeth covered in gold
Tryna come outta the streets, and all I can do is hope
I can't worry bout a *****, I can't worry bout a hoe
I be thinkin bout my girlie, and I'm thinkin bout my bro's
Want the ice on my neck, 'cause you know I gotta stay froze
I be doin gods work, 'cause I feel like I been chose
I be flexin, and you know I'm staying in my section
Shoutout YRK, 'cause I'm young and I'm reckless
When I die, I don't think I'm going up to heaven
I'm just tryna stunt wit the diamond on my necklace
And I got the green, I'm just countin up my lettuce
I be with my gang, I'm just tryna count my checks bitch
Gotta keep your circle small, those the ****** you count checks with
I stay with my shawty, there ain't gonna be no next
You is a rat, so focused on the cheese
You forgot about the trap
*****, what the fuck that mean
When the cops pull up on you, and they sayin freeze
You be snitching on the gang, yeah you snitching on the streets
You be acting like you tough, but behind the scenes
Yeah you got your gang, but ***** you ain't really G
Me and my gang, can't really fuck with these
You a bitch, you a pussy *****
We can't fuck wit sheep

I can't fuck with you, me and my gang we gon bust at you
Hit you with the choppa, we ain't touching you
Bitch *****, I've had enough of you
Had enough of you

I can't fuck with you, me and my gang we gon bust at you
Hit you with the choppa, we ain't touchin you
Pussy *****, I can't even look at you
Had enough of you
Gang



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Writer(s): Justin Ounsamone
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