Parti
Gang!
Niggas talking about I can't use no tune and shit
Fuck these niggas talking 'bout?
B.B.M the fucking label nigga
I'm really the fucking gang (Bling!)
Look (Look)
Don't ask about them niggas you don't see no more they switching sides
Ask about my ex I'll tell you my new bitch got bigger thighs
Pass another cup of forty-two I'm tryna clear my mind
Staring in my section please act up this thirty on my side
But saw this lil baddie from the way I peeped she looking fine
I'm like "what's ya name again?", she said she remember mine
Digging out her guts in this new coupe just tryna pass the time
She keep saying she love me, had to tell the bitch to quit the lie
Uh
You know that we major fuck all the opps they get rolled up in papers (Uh)
We don't carry tasers, .357 it came with a laser (Uh)
Roll up and blaze em, hole in his chest it's the size of cater
Any nigga in this spot try to step on my ups imma pop I ain't waiting for later
Then it's, please be quiet (What?)
Or there will be violence (Okay)
All these bitches in here and you talking bout y'all bodies (What else?)
Heard ya girl freak but I like my bitch with mileage
I ain't tryna be discreet, had to let u know that I'm a problem
Cause when it comes to parties, B. B. M. you know we shut it down
Me and Virgil going crazy just look at the fucking crowd
G Wave in the cutty off a addy tryna flip a ounce
Said I look like breezy so you know I had to take her down
Like bitch pass me a fucking towel
And then don't make a sound
Brodie popped a thirty now his trigger finger itching now
I be off the milligrams
Know I do not give a damn
Friends turning to the opps
Opps turn to fucking fans
Can u give me a fucking chance? (Bitch)
I'm tryna fix my pants (Bitch)
Just popped up in this bitch, what makes her think I wanna dance?
Imma have to hit his bitch cause I peep that she tryna glance
I think that she understands I'm about them rubber bands
I'm about them benjamins
Presidents
Talking dividends
He a bitch he know wassup don't make me have to spin again
Jenny got me moving styley she like pop on thirty men
Fucked this white girl in the bathroom bro like you a dirty man (ha ha)
You know how I'm rocking
Big ass knocks and it hang out my pocket
.223s and it hit like a rocket
Tryna punch every teeth out of they socket
Know that we popping
We sending boy to the doctors
Niggas be bitches I can't be they fathers
Bitches vindictive they stopping the progress
I'm tryna spliff him, he turned to a martyr
Know how I'm rocking nigga
B.B.M the label, I'm really the gang
Free ASAP feel me? Free all the niggas out of water I'm coming crazy
2K22 I'm tryna drop the top on the whip
Put the trunk in the back
Trunk in the front like an elephant nigga, fuck is you talking about?
Cause when it comes to parties, B. B. M. you know we shut it down
Me and Virgil going crazy just look at the fucking crowd
G Wave in the cutty off a addy tryna flip a ounce
Said I look like breezy so you know I had to take her down
Like bitch pass me a fucking towel
And then don't make a sound
Brodie popped a thirty now his trigger finger itching now
I be off the milligrams
Know I do not give a damn
Friends turning to the opps
Opps turn to fucking fans
Can you give a fucking chance?
I'm tryna fix my pants
Niggas talking about I can't use no tune and shit
Fuck these niggas talking 'bout?
B.B.M the fucking label nigga
I'm really the fucking gang (Bling!)
Look (Look)
Don't ask about them niggas you don't see no more they switching sides
Ask about my ex I'll tell you my new bitch got bigger thighs
Pass another cup of forty-two I'm tryna clear my mind
Staring in my section please act up this thirty on my side
But saw this lil baddie from the way I peeped she looking fine
I'm like "what's ya name again?", she said she remember mine
Digging out her guts in this new coupe just tryna pass the time
She keep saying she love me, had to tell the bitch to quit the lie
Uh
You know that we major fuck all the opps they get rolled up in papers (Uh)
We don't carry tasers, .357 it came with a laser (Uh)
Roll up and blaze em, hole in his chest it's the size of cater
Any nigga in this spot try to step on my ups imma pop I ain't waiting for later
Then it's, please be quiet (What?)
Or there will be violence (Okay)
All these bitches in here and you talking bout y'all bodies (What else?)
Heard ya girl freak but I like my bitch with mileage
I ain't tryna be discreet, had to let u know that I'm a problem
Cause when it comes to parties, B. B. M. you know we shut it down
Me and Virgil going crazy just look at the fucking crowd
G Wave in the cutty off a addy tryna flip a ounce
Said I look like breezy so you know I had to take her down
Like bitch pass me a fucking towel
And then don't make a sound
Brodie popped a thirty now his trigger finger itching now
I be off the milligrams
Know I do not give a damn
Friends turning to the opps
Opps turn to fucking fans
Can u give me a fucking chance? (Bitch)
I'm tryna fix my pants (Bitch)
Just popped up in this bitch, what makes her think I wanna dance?
Imma have to hit his bitch cause I peep that she tryna glance
I think that she understands I'm about them rubber bands
I'm about them benjamins
Presidents
Talking dividends
He a bitch he know wassup don't make me have to spin again
Jenny got me moving styley she like pop on thirty men
Fucked this white girl in the bathroom bro like you a dirty man (ha ha)
You know how I'm rocking
Big ass knocks and it hang out my pocket
.223s and it hit like a rocket
Tryna punch every teeth out of they socket
Know that we popping
We sending boy to the doctors
Niggas be bitches I can't be they fathers
Bitches vindictive they stopping the progress
I'm tryna spliff him, he turned to a martyr
Know how I'm rocking nigga
B.B.M the label, I'm really the gang
Free ASAP feel me? Free all the niggas out of water I'm coming crazy
2K22 I'm tryna drop the top on the whip
Put the trunk in the back
Trunk in the front like an elephant nigga, fuck is you talking about?
Cause when it comes to parties, B. B. M. you know we shut it down
Me and Virgil going crazy just look at the fucking crowd
G Wave in the cutty off a addy tryna flip a ounce
Said I look like breezy so you know I had to take her down
Like bitch pass me a fucking towel
And then don't make a sound
Brodie popped a thirty now his trigger finger itching now
I be off the milligrams
Know I do not give a damn
Friends turning to the opps
Opps turn to fucking fans
Can you give a fucking chance?
I'm tryna fix my pants
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Writer(s): A. Springer
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