gangsta vamp
And yo girl a fan, she gon fuck the gang
And yo girl a fan, she gon fuck the gang
And yo girl a fan, she gon fuck the gang
And yo girl a fan, she gon-
Got blood all on my Js, gon end the human race
Got blood all on my Js, gon end the human race
Got blood all on my Js, gon end the human race
I up that 38, and hit him in his face
Their brains all over the place, I go hard for my race
I think these niggas Shane, can't look me-
Niggas not men, stand on what you say
Niggas act like girls, shit so fucking lame
And yo girl a fan, she gon fuck the gang
She don't got a man, least that's what she say
Yes I need my bands, out here making plays
Let me wash my hands, go our separate ways
Swear they like me but, that's your fucking fate
Posted in the cut, plottin on some K
You said you got a deal, but how much did you make?
These niggas not for real, I keep my head on shake
My swag you steady steal, that shit is hella gay
These niggas copy drip, and dick ride every face
They do it to themselves, so I guess it's okay
Pussy you still pray, you fucking everyday
Run yo fucking mouth, the fuck you got to say?
Niggas think it's sweet, I'm posted with the Ks
Got blood all on my Js, gon end the human race
I up that 38, and hit him in his face
Their brains all over the place, I go hard for my race
I think these niggas Shane, can't look me in my face
Gorilla I go ape, keep dissing you a lame
I'll break yo fucking fate, gorilla I go-
And yo girl a fan, she gon fuck the gang
And yo girl a fan, she gon fuck the gang
And yo girl a fan, she gon-
Got blood all on my Js, gon end the human race
Got blood all on my Js, gon end the human race
Got blood all on my Js, gon end the human race
I up that 38, and hit him in his face
Their brains all over the place, I go hard for my race
I think these niggas Shane, can't look me-
Niggas not men, stand on what you say
Niggas act like girls, shit so fucking lame
And yo girl a fan, she gon fuck the gang
She don't got a man, least that's what she say
Yes I need my bands, out here making plays
Let me wash my hands, go our separate ways
Swear they like me but, that's your fucking fate
Posted in the cut, plottin on some K
You said you got a deal, but how much did you make?
These niggas not for real, I keep my head on shake
My swag you steady steal, that shit is hella gay
These niggas copy drip, and dick ride every face
They do it to themselves, so I guess it's okay
Pussy you still pray, you fucking everyday
Run yo fucking mouth, the fuck you got to say?
Niggas think it's sweet, I'm posted with the Ks
Got blood all on my Js, gon end the human race
I up that 38, and hit him in his face
Their brains all over the place, I go hard for my race
I think these niggas Shane, can't look me in my face
Gorilla I go ape, keep dissing you a lame
I'll break yo fucking fate, gorilla I go-
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Writer(s): James Dear
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