BMOG Shuffle
BMOG shit nigga
Aint no competion
We run shit
From tre 6
Round the globe
Tay G
Lets go
Lets get it
I put my team
Onna map
This how that
Young nigga do it
Everybody
Out here talking
But aint no nigga
Out here moving
Been about the hustle
Seen a pound
I sell
(It)
Fluent
Money
Make the pussy
Go wild
(Wet)
Aw yea
(Man)
I knew it
They was talking real
But aw yea these niggas stupid
Fuck a pad and pen
Im out here spiting
Tell truth mans
Niggas know
I'm the man
Copping bows
Like i was cupid
I aint talking
Bout no shuffle
When i say
Im out here moving
This Gang
I Put it on a chain
You lames
Cant never be paid
On Gang
We serving pounds
Like Frank
Had to put it down
Smack down
Raw wit the bake
Top shelf
Smell like dank
Yea
Man it stank
Bottom feeder ass nigga
Gone
Get away
Js on my feet
Cost a lil change
Money make me glad
Hip horay
I ain't talking to no
Middle man
We serving the states
Piccolo green
I Got
All the Strains
Been big Dog
Since them
Emerson days
I cant tell you
No time
That i got (fucking) played
Im rocking Gucci shades
Drinking (onna) minute maid
Time is money so my rolex
Look like lemonade
My bitch straight
But my blicky go both ways
Cant never hate
Cuz all you niggas
All fucking lame
Double cup
My pain
Riding wit the smithin mane
This life i live
Hella expensive
Just copped a new chain
This Gang
I Put it on a chain
You lames
Cant never be paid
On Gang
We serving pounds
Like Frank
Had to put it down
Smack down
Raw wit the bake
Aint no competion
We run shit
From tre 6
Round the globe
Tay G
Lets go
Lets get it
I put my team
Onna map
This how that
Young nigga do it
Everybody
Out here talking
But aint no nigga
Out here moving
Been about the hustle
Seen a pound
I sell
(It)
Fluent
Money
Make the pussy
Go wild
(Wet)
Aw yea
(Man)
I knew it
They was talking real
But aw yea these niggas stupid
Fuck a pad and pen
Im out here spiting
Tell truth mans
Niggas know
I'm the man
Copping bows
Like i was cupid
I aint talking
Bout no shuffle
When i say
Im out here moving
This Gang
I Put it on a chain
You lames
Cant never be paid
On Gang
We serving pounds
Like Frank
Had to put it down
Smack down
Raw wit the bake
Top shelf
Smell like dank
Yea
Man it stank
Bottom feeder ass nigga
Gone
Get away
Js on my feet
Cost a lil change
Money make me glad
Hip horay
I ain't talking to no
Middle man
We serving the states
Piccolo green
I Got
All the Strains
Been big Dog
Since them
Emerson days
I cant tell you
No time
That i got (fucking) played
Im rocking Gucci shades
Drinking (onna) minute maid
Time is money so my rolex
Look like lemonade
My bitch straight
But my blicky go both ways
Cant never hate
Cuz all you niggas
All fucking lame
Double cup
My pain
Riding wit the smithin mane
This life i live
Hella expensive
Just copped a new chain
This Gang
I Put it on a chain
You lames
Cant never be paid
On Gang
We serving pounds
Like Frank
Had to put it down
Smack down
Raw wit the bake
Credits
Writer(s): Juante Dennis
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