Gangshit

Pull up on yo ass with the muthafuckin' stick out
Leave a bitch dead give a lil nigga big clout
Suckin on this dick yea yo bitch got a big mouth
Tellin all her friends what this muthafuckin' dick bout
Nigga play with me yea he finna take the ditch route
Steppin' with my niggas and you know they from the big south
Rob yo hood yea nigga that's a big drought
On gang
A nigga diss me he won't do it no more
Nigga give me the bread bitch drop to the floor
With these 762s I'm upping the score
My niggas some stompers you know they on go
If he catch em a body he gon want some more
Do I wanna kill em like nigga fasho
These niggas be mad I put dick in they hoe
And I'm finna slide she just gave me the lo
Bitch

Gang

Circle real small I can't fuck with the fakes
Sliding all night give a fuck bout the jakes
Next to the top and I got what it takes
My foot on the gas and ian got no brakes
These niggas be playing we dump em in lakes
I done been in the field the grass full of snakes
He talk tuff on the net he get hit with the drac
Pussy niggas need to stay in they place
I don't know why these bitches love to hate
Cus I fucked and ducked, and she wanted to date
Fell out with her sis cus I painted her face
100 shots nigga that's a closed case

(100 shots nigga that's a closed case)
(100 shots nigga that's a closed case)
(100 shots nigga that's a closed case)
(Close range shit bitch)
(The bullets ate his fuckin' face)

Smokin on thrax backwood to the face
Counting blue bills that's my type of day
Can't tell me shit bitch I'm having my way
If you run up and you play you gon lay
Niggas gon die that's all I got to say
(Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang)
These niggas be sick
They be hatin' and mad cus I'm fuckin they bitch
And he know what it is
If I catch em outside then I'm upping the stick
And I'm tryna get rich
I be chasing the bag you be chasing a bitch
Caring after a hoe
Once she tell our business ian fuckin' her no more
And that's how it go
If I catch a opp nigga I'm upping the score
He gon die on the floor
Ain't no need for the ambulance I took his soul
Bitch I'm smoking gelato
And like my nigga Tay said
Bitch you can't trust a thot hoe
And yo body gon rot hoe
Leave a lil nigga head on the streets in a pot hole
Finna slide with the gang
Fuck that bullet proof vest bitch we aim at ya brain
And this 40 gon bang
That's a 22 with 50 shots its gon rain
And bitch it's no doubt
They Instagram gangstas they do it for clout
Tell gang slide on em
Most of em pussy, go and see what he about

(Niggas know what the fuck going on man)
(Aye, fuck all the opps, you know how I'm coming)
(JohnWiic on this bitch nigga)

Gang
See I got more stripes than the ref do
Speak on my name and this 40 gon bless you
And a nigga gon test you
If I pull up on em I bet he gon run like the rest do
Nigga ion know you
If you talk like you bout it get left just like ole dude
And this choppa gon fold you
It'll throw yo ass back boy this choppa'll blow you
And my niggas on go to
If I say get em gone they gon shoot at the floor too
And I wanna say some more too
But this shit right here sick it might give you the cold flu