Srt 8
Can't be sliding in no two door coupe
I'm sliding with them gangsters
We not taking no new members and we don't
Fuck with no strangers
BigBoss Kane still in them trenches
With that glock one in the chamber
Yeah lil Kane gone up that bitch
And change your colors like a painter
We just fucking I don't date her
New glock came with a laser
Yo bitch turn into a freak when she with me
How can you blame her
Seen them racks and it amazed her
So many dead opps I'm smoking flavors
Stakz with me toting an eraser
Sound good in his song but we know he a faker
I can't be sliding with no nigga who gun ain't gone empty
Aye no cap me and trap sent some shots out the hemi
They talking bout shit that I really be living
I came straight from the gutter I still be on Kipling
My great grandma house was on Greenwich Village
Ain't loved in a minute I been needing healing
I gave her my heart it got broke I was all in my feelings
I'm making a killing
I'm one in a million
Lil bro in your bushes with that stick he getting anxious
I was in the trap with Chino it was three racks for a spank
I'm turning up in the hemi I hope I don't crash it
I'm not pulling over cuz I got the ratchet
I'm smoking on opps I done made it a habit
He ain't ready to shoot it go down he gone pass it
Can't be sliding in no two door coupe
I'm sliding with them gangsters
We not taking no new members and we don't
Fuck with no strangers
BigBoss Kane still in them trenches
With that glock one in the chamber
Yeah lil Kane gone up that bitch
And change your colors like a painter
I'm sliding with them gangsters
We not taking no new members and we don't
Fuck with no strangers
BigBoss Kane still in them trenches
With that glock one in the chamber
Yeah lil Kane gone up that bitch
And change your colors like a painter
We just fucking I don't date her
New glock came with a laser
Yo bitch turn into a freak when she with me
How can you blame her
Seen them racks and it amazed her
So many dead opps I'm smoking flavors
Stakz with me toting an eraser
Sound good in his song but we know he a faker
I can't be sliding with no nigga who gun ain't gone empty
Aye no cap me and trap sent some shots out the hemi
They talking bout shit that I really be living
I came straight from the gutter I still be on Kipling
My great grandma house was on Greenwich Village
Ain't loved in a minute I been needing healing
I gave her my heart it got broke I was all in my feelings
I'm making a killing
I'm one in a million
Lil bro in your bushes with that stick he getting anxious
I was in the trap with Chino it was three racks for a spank
I'm turning up in the hemi I hope I don't crash it
I'm not pulling over cuz I got the ratchet
I'm smoking on opps I done made it a habit
He ain't ready to shoot it go down he gone pass it
Can't be sliding in no two door coupe
I'm sliding with them gangsters
We not taking no new members and we don't
Fuck with no strangers
BigBoss Kane still in them trenches
With that glock one in the chamber
Yeah lil Kane gone up that bitch
And change your colors like a painter
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Writer(s): Ke'sean Williams
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