Mustang

In the stang with the gang
Already know that they really can't hang
That is not your name, that is not your claim
Then they tryna follow me to the bank
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
In the stang with the gang
Already know that they really can't hang
That is not your name, that is not your claim
Then they tryna follow me to the bank
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah

GT, imma gang troll
Make a living that's foreign, that's pesos
In the range with the draco
Rollin like the way my bank roll
Flexed up, never lay low
Never make amends with the opps like NATO
Never showin no shame though
Wouldn't do a video with Baby free, you lame though
Say what you say
I'm counting bands at the end of the day
I'm bout that guap and that paper machete
Only time I'm on the ground when I pray
They want a verse and I tell em to pay
I want the choppas, I load and I spray
Long as I'm doing this imma be straight
Devil been throwing me off with the bait
The more that I'm moving, the more they hate
Imma show up in it fashionably late
All this denial I'm pulling the tape
If you opposing me that a mistake
All of this drip, I could fill up a lake
If you Lanier then you people I hate
Cappin jus bottle that lil charade
Imma keep winning I tell em checkmate
And I know oh oh
They fake, they been frontin on the low oh oh
If you ain't really with me gotta go oh oh
Only frontin I'll be on is Vogue
That's off the dome

In the stang with the gang
Already know that they really can't hang
That is not your name, that is not your claim
Then they tryna follow me to the bank
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
In the stang with the gang
Already know that they really can't hang
That is not your name, that is not your claim
Then they tryna follow me to the bank
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Pilkinton
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