Kkk
Gang
Bitch
Yea, niggas know what the fuck going on man
JohnWiic on this bitch nigga
Imma Christian so I'm true to my religion
Plus I'm rockin it
Got one up in the head it leave you dead it ain't no cockin it
You say you got the packs well nigga show me where the product at
You say you got them bands well nigga show me where the guala at
You drop the lo to the trap me and my niggas robbing that
He was wolfing on the net can't get his patna back
Throwing bullets this a dot, nigga quarterback
Yo bitch she tryna slide but she can't even get a follow back
She tryna holla but I bet a nigga ain't gon holla back
This hoe a dog, nigga get the whistle and then call her back
Sorry I can't talk right now hang up the phone I'll call you back
Ion be lying but I just lied a nigga ain't gon call you back
Black runtz got me off my fuckin ass
I need a muthafuckin wood for this muthafuckin gas
It's like school you in trouble when we catch you ain't no pass
Niggas faking gangsta in these streets that's why they ass don't last
These niggas think that hard so I guess imma have to humble niggas
Get the pack and execute it and you bet not fumble nigga
And they bitch they like to switch, I can name a couple niggas
Plus they pussy KKK, you know ion fuck with niggas
Whole gang gon get the same, cus we came from under nigga
Want the loot, the guns, the money like we playin plunder nigga
Ain't no gang shit ain't sweet hit you with the thunder nigga
I might walk down beat yo ass just because it's funner nigga
Must be out yo fuckin mind
Think I'm tussle witcha
I can show you how to get a bag but I can't hustle witcha
I can leave the bitch and do her bad she still wanna fuck a nigga
Ion like you racist bitch, gotta keep my distance Ion fuck with niggas
Nigga flexin all them bands like nigga where the profit at
Flexin all them dollas hell na can't get this dolla back
Smokin back to back, bitch you know we got exotic gas
Nigga mad about his bitch whole time ion even want her ass
His ass a hooper, when the fuck he hit the field
Nigga stop with all that rappin ass ain't never did a drill
How the fuck his ass a gangsta, he ain;t sliding off that pill
Lil bitch I'm tryna fuck, gotta go you tryna chill
Bitch
Yea, niggas know what the fuck going on man
JohnWiic on this bitch nigga
Imma Christian so I'm true to my religion
Plus I'm rockin it
Got one up in the head it leave you dead it ain't no cockin it
You say you got the packs well nigga show me where the product at
You say you got them bands well nigga show me where the guala at
You drop the lo to the trap me and my niggas robbing that
He was wolfing on the net can't get his patna back
Throwing bullets this a dot, nigga quarterback
Yo bitch she tryna slide but she can't even get a follow back
She tryna holla but I bet a nigga ain't gon holla back
This hoe a dog, nigga get the whistle and then call her back
Sorry I can't talk right now hang up the phone I'll call you back
Ion be lying but I just lied a nigga ain't gon call you back
Black runtz got me off my fuckin ass
I need a muthafuckin wood for this muthafuckin gas
It's like school you in trouble when we catch you ain't no pass
Niggas faking gangsta in these streets that's why they ass don't last
These niggas think that hard so I guess imma have to humble niggas
Get the pack and execute it and you bet not fumble nigga
And they bitch they like to switch, I can name a couple niggas
Plus they pussy KKK, you know ion fuck with niggas
Whole gang gon get the same, cus we came from under nigga
Want the loot, the guns, the money like we playin plunder nigga
Ain't no gang shit ain't sweet hit you with the thunder nigga
I might walk down beat yo ass just because it's funner nigga
Must be out yo fuckin mind
Think I'm tussle witcha
I can show you how to get a bag but I can't hustle witcha
I can leave the bitch and do her bad she still wanna fuck a nigga
Ion like you racist bitch, gotta keep my distance Ion fuck with niggas
Nigga flexin all them bands like nigga where the profit at
Flexin all them dollas hell na can't get this dolla back
Smokin back to back, bitch you know we got exotic gas
Nigga mad about his bitch whole time ion even want her ass
His ass a hooper, when the fuck he hit the field
Nigga stop with all that rappin ass ain't never did a drill
How the fuck his ass a gangsta, he ain;t sliding off that pill
Lil bitch I'm tryna fuck, gotta go you tryna chill
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Writer(s): Johnathan Richardson
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