Presale

You see we got gang ties
Young niggas, they slang nine
Twin flames, got the same mind
Plus hoes got the same grind
He gon' snitch, it take time
And he know I won't side
I ain't have no co-sign
Damn, lil' mama a real dime
They gon' try and stop us
It don't matter we gon' prevail
The pack ain't make it yet
But leave a deposit, this a presale
I know scammers who done made a million off a email
Spinners hit that boy and they left nothin' but his entrails
Lamborghini with the custom seats, look at the details
How the fuck grown ass man act like some females?
Drinking nothing but water today, I'm lifting in my T cells
Made my girl a millionaire, she rich off clothing resale
She a nerd, she working hard
She the baddest bitch in charge
Oh, you gang? Then take the charge
Oh, you gang? You best be smart
Got too many methods on the phone, I'm scamming Instacart
Green apple dosing and it help shit it tasting tart
City bank, I'm draining funds
Burning candy, heavy lungs
Come here baby, use your tongue
Take this dick from me, don't run
Souped up Jeep this shit here run
Pussy, they can't stop my run
Right now I'm just having fun
Imma leave all these racks for my son, on God
Yeah, them niggas ain't safe to hang around, you might get robbed
Feeling like Big Paulie
Like I run the muthafucking mob
Threw my dawg a pack of sixty M's
Just like I threw a log
How they fuck new money keep it so real when he doing fraud?
You see we got gang ties
Young niggas, they slang nine
Twin flames, got the same mind
Plus hoes got the same grind
He gon' snitch, it take time
And he know I won't side
I ain't have no co-sign
Damn, lil' mama a real dime
They gon' try and stop us
It don't matter we gon' prevail
The pack ain't make it yet
But leave a deposit, this a presale
I know scammers who done made a million off a email
Spinners hit that boy and they left nothing but his entrails



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Writer(s): Tysen Bolding, Igor Mankushev, Warren Little
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