Ratchet Shit
(Gang BG shit nigga)
(2021 Shit Nigga)
Look
I be cooling with my angels yea im heaven sent
We be spending all this money we need every cent
Blowing Zaza smell like Gucci yea she love my scent
She give me mata and some coochie cause a nigga lit
I got em pissed I been the shit these haters on my dick
But ima keep makin em sick until a nigga rich
Skinny Nigga ion care bout no bench press
Ya men flex, I push up and leave ya men stretched
Since lil niggas we would always chase a big check
They know we lit so she just trynna get her lips wet
This shit legit its A Gang like the dipset
She wanna fuck and i aint even met that bitch yet
Since a baby mama said I took a big step
Breezy Baby im with Cheaney catching big rec
I squeeze the 80 for my brodie we got shit next
Dont try to play me like a rookie Im a big vet
Brodie off a pill always doing ratchet shit
My younging bugging he be always trynna wack some shit
Told em always keep a strap around a ratchet bitch
And treat this money like some pringles nigga stack ya chips (Nigga)
Uhhh Gang
Know What Im saying You Know got my artists on here
S/O Breez man you been doing this man
Cant fuck with these bitches they on some ratchet shit
So we decline the call
Aye Stoop waddup
Gotta watch out for these police cause they on some sly shit trynna get a nigga
Fiends acting crazy too but its like we on that gang shit A Gang huh
The fiends out here, Got me moving cautious
Popped a perc, A nigga feeling nauseous
Count it up, Its bands in my pocket
Behind them tints you could never catch me walking
If its beef then its beef never squash shit
I spot em got em, Always hit my target
Came home flexing nigga im a big steppa
Big Opp, Top Kid, Get ya shit wigged
I rep the gang the first letter I could never switch
My mans told on the gang damn that nigga switched
My side street jumpin fore you come through make a call
Run down on niggas, We dont shoot from far
I was taught get of my ass no job and grab a pack
Where im from, You play ball or you slanging crack
Never slippin, keep a pole, always stay strapped
The OGs made it out the hood but they aint giving back
Im from the struggle, so i hustle I got some mouths to feed
Block jumpin, Phone chirping I got what you need (Haannnn)
Its STOOP G (Haaannnnnn)
I got what you need
(2021 Shit Nigga)
Look
I be cooling with my angels yea im heaven sent
We be spending all this money we need every cent
Blowing Zaza smell like Gucci yea she love my scent
She give me mata and some coochie cause a nigga lit
I got em pissed I been the shit these haters on my dick
But ima keep makin em sick until a nigga rich
Skinny Nigga ion care bout no bench press
Ya men flex, I push up and leave ya men stretched
Since lil niggas we would always chase a big check
They know we lit so she just trynna get her lips wet
This shit legit its A Gang like the dipset
She wanna fuck and i aint even met that bitch yet
Since a baby mama said I took a big step
Breezy Baby im with Cheaney catching big rec
I squeeze the 80 for my brodie we got shit next
Dont try to play me like a rookie Im a big vet
Brodie off a pill always doing ratchet shit
My younging bugging he be always trynna wack some shit
Told em always keep a strap around a ratchet bitch
And treat this money like some pringles nigga stack ya chips (Nigga)
Uhhh Gang
Know What Im saying You Know got my artists on here
S/O Breez man you been doing this man
Cant fuck with these bitches they on some ratchet shit
So we decline the call
Aye Stoop waddup
Gotta watch out for these police cause they on some sly shit trynna get a nigga
Fiends acting crazy too but its like we on that gang shit A Gang huh
The fiends out here, Got me moving cautious
Popped a perc, A nigga feeling nauseous
Count it up, Its bands in my pocket
Behind them tints you could never catch me walking
If its beef then its beef never squash shit
I spot em got em, Always hit my target
Came home flexing nigga im a big steppa
Big Opp, Top Kid, Get ya shit wigged
I rep the gang the first letter I could never switch
My mans told on the gang damn that nigga switched
My side street jumpin fore you come through make a call
Run down on niggas, We dont shoot from far
I was taught get of my ass no job and grab a pack
Where im from, You play ball or you slanging crack
Never slippin, keep a pole, always stay strapped
The OGs made it out the hood but they aint giving back
Im from the struggle, so i hustle I got some mouths to feed
Block jumpin, Phone chirping I got what you need (Haannnn)
Its STOOP G (Haaannnnnn)
I got what you need
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Writer(s): Gene Rabb
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