And I Gangbang
(Pooh, you a fool for this one)
(Murda on the beat, so it's not nice)
Ayy, this bitch been askin' Dreka for a threesome, only us for now
Yeah, I got a bitch, don't wanna kiss, but we could fuck for now
Youngin' sellin' mix, I'm sellin' fent', it's still the same thing
Police on my dick, they know I'm thuggin' and I gangbang
Damn near in the chain gang with all these fuckin' links on
King of the city, I should throw a fuckin' mink on
Doubt I put my bike up, I'm clutchin' more than a driver (yeah)
Jetset with my baby, we fuck and tippin' the pilot
She only fly if it's private, I'm only fightin' the body
Quin ran off with that pole, I'm still yellin', "Free Robby"
All my niggas from the mud, more Crips than we got Bloods
They thinkin' that it's rap, I'm tellin' you, it was the drugs
Interrogation, tryna stop from laughin', bitch, I got a habit
Don't like fuckin' with no condom, I like fuckin' baby mamas
See, I grew up without a father, he alive, but shit, he gone
Know he proud a nigga winnin', by next winter, he'll be home
I pop wheelies in VLONE, ayy, Bari, where is my collab?
Probably make a million dollars, bitch, I made it off the bag
I heard Ced just got a 'Cat, I still can't wait to see G5
Put a hundred on who owe, make sure you give that shit to God
Skrrt, everybody get your roll on
28 a bag, everybody turn the phone on
My killstreaks be solos, gas 'em and then I blitz (we on 'em)
55 a piece, my ass turned into titties
I won't bash a bitch for cheap, and I just might ask a bitch to leave
From the back while grippin' weave, ayy, house party in this bitch
Bae got right, but I ain't trippin', I was already with a bitch
I sent all my fiends fishin', let me know if it's a ten
I play cool with all my exes in case I wanna fuck again
I ain't locked up, I'm on tether, say it's up and bitch, it's up
All my old hoes in they feelings like I ain't fucked them hoes enough
Put them bags up on that truck, give my last to see you free
How you mad, bitch, and I'm eatin'? Put my first one up for Recey
I sold work to all the deacons, what that bitch been askin' Dreka?
Ayy, this bitch been askin' Dreka for a threesome, only us for now
Yeah, I got a bitch, don't wanna kiss, but we could fuck for now
Youngin' sellin' mix, I'm sellin' fent', it's still the same thing
Police on my dick, they know I'm thuggin' and I gangbang
(Murda on the beat, so it's not nice)
Ayy, this bitch been askin' Dreka for a threesome, only us for now
Yeah, I got a bitch, don't wanna kiss, but we could fuck for now
Youngin' sellin' mix, I'm sellin' fent', it's still the same thing
Police on my dick, they know I'm thuggin' and I gangbang
Damn near in the chain gang with all these fuckin' links on
King of the city, I should throw a fuckin' mink on
Doubt I put my bike up, I'm clutchin' more than a driver (yeah)
Jetset with my baby, we fuck and tippin' the pilot
She only fly if it's private, I'm only fightin' the body
Quin ran off with that pole, I'm still yellin', "Free Robby"
All my niggas from the mud, more Crips than we got Bloods
They thinkin' that it's rap, I'm tellin' you, it was the drugs
Interrogation, tryna stop from laughin', bitch, I got a habit
Don't like fuckin' with no condom, I like fuckin' baby mamas
See, I grew up without a father, he alive, but shit, he gone
Know he proud a nigga winnin', by next winter, he'll be home
I pop wheelies in VLONE, ayy, Bari, where is my collab?
Probably make a million dollars, bitch, I made it off the bag
I heard Ced just got a 'Cat, I still can't wait to see G5
Put a hundred on who owe, make sure you give that shit to God
Skrrt, everybody get your roll on
28 a bag, everybody turn the phone on
My killstreaks be solos, gas 'em and then I blitz (we on 'em)
55 a piece, my ass turned into titties
I won't bash a bitch for cheap, and I just might ask a bitch to leave
From the back while grippin' weave, ayy, house party in this bitch
Bae got right, but I ain't trippin', I was already with a bitch
I sent all my fiends fishin', let me know if it's a ten
I play cool with all my exes in case I wanna fuck again
I ain't locked up, I'm on tether, say it's up and bitch, it's up
All my old hoes in they feelings like I ain't fucked them hoes enough
Put them bags up on that truck, give my last to see you free
How you mad, bitch, and I'm eatin'? Put my first one up for Recey
I sold work to all the deacons, what that bitch been askin' Dreka?
Ayy, this bitch been askin' Dreka for a threesome, only us for now
Yeah, I got a bitch, don't wanna kiss, but we could fuck for now
Youngin' sellin' mix, I'm sellin' fent', it's still the same thing
Police on my dick, they know I'm thuggin' and I gangbang
Credits
Writer(s): Byron O. Thomas, Bryan Williams, Shane Lee Lindstrom, Dion Marquise Hayes, Daryl Jr Clemons
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