Gang 2
Aye
What's the word
Shit
I'm that nigga
Finna go stack up some dollars to put in my pocket
Shit I'm tryna get richer
Bussin a fit passing the phone to my bitch she taking my picture
I'm at yo grave like a digger
Lining you up like some clippers
Think you slick well bitch I'm slicker
And I'll beat the shit out a old ass white lady if she call me a nigger
And If a crackhead come up to me I'm jus gon give his ass a snicker
He drunk of liquor
Show him a dub and snatch it back he gotta be quicker
Control yo shorty she think imma dick her
Get too close I kick her
Goofy
Is you fucking stupid
Ion want yo coochie
Bitch I'm Gucci
I love Nina
I'm gon squeeze her
She be getting moody
I'm wit goonies
They got toolies
Shooting shit like movies
You can't move me
Kick like Rooney
Niggas gay like Rudy
I hope that you ready for war
Not ringing no bells we kick in your door
Don't care if yo mama inside we still be puttin that bitch on the floor
That's just how we do it
I'm twisted like a Rubiks
Don't do nothing stupid
Gang gon pop out shootin
Take my girl straight to the telly
Dick up in her belly
If I get famished I make peanut butter jelly
If it's cold where I'm at I might cop a Pelle
Don't get me angry I might turn to Melly
Pop off it get messy
Bitch I'm hungry
What we eating
Who the fuck is Harold
I want Uncle Remus
I ain't leaving till I see it
Skirt off then we speeding
I admit I be tweaking
You a tick you be leaching
You a bitch you be geeking
You a snitch you be speaking
You a mouse you be squeaking
In yo house while you sleeping
I don't crouch I be creeping
On yo couch I be eating
Walked in yo kitchen
And fixed me a big ass bowl of cereal
Fuck you talm bout
If I get caught I'm just gon bond out
Then imma do it again
And do it again
I got some money I'm finna go spend
Let a few dollars go blow in the wind
Pass me the ball I know imma win
I'm in the cut I'm with Runitup
He sippin on wock in a double cup
Get me a check Imma run it up
Made me a bet imma double up
Put dick in her tummy she say it's too deep I swear I be fucking her stomach up
We really do this when dropping this music
My niggas been fucking the summer up
And the industry know that we coming up
I'm really that nigga to sum it up
You can get stretched if you reach for my neck
I hope that them niggas ain't dumb enough
What's the word
Shit
I'm that nigga
Finna go stack up some dollars to put in my pocket
Shit I'm tryna get richer
Bussin a fit passing the phone to my bitch she taking my picture
I'm at yo grave like a digger
Lining you up like some clippers
Think you slick well bitch I'm slicker
And I'll beat the shit out a old ass white lady if she call me a nigger
And If a crackhead come up to me I'm jus gon give his ass a snicker
He drunk of liquor
Show him a dub and snatch it back he gotta be quicker
Control yo shorty she think imma dick her
Get too close I kick her
Goofy
Is you fucking stupid
Ion want yo coochie
Bitch I'm Gucci
I love Nina
I'm gon squeeze her
She be getting moody
I'm wit goonies
They got toolies
Shooting shit like movies
You can't move me
Kick like Rooney
Niggas gay like Rudy
I hope that you ready for war
Not ringing no bells we kick in your door
Don't care if yo mama inside we still be puttin that bitch on the floor
That's just how we do it
I'm twisted like a Rubiks
Don't do nothing stupid
Gang gon pop out shootin
Take my girl straight to the telly
Dick up in her belly
If I get famished I make peanut butter jelly
If it's cold where I'm at I might cop a Pelle
Don't get me angry I might turn to Melly
Pop off it get messy
Bitch I'm hungry
What we eating
Who the fuck is Harold
I want Uncle Remus
I ain't leaving till I see it
Skirt off then we speeding
I admit I be tweaking
You a tick you be leaching
You a bitch you be geeking
You a snitch you be speaking
You a mouse you be squeaking
In yo house while you sleeping
I don't crouch I be creeping
On yo couch I be eating
Walked in yo kitchen
And fixed me a big ass bowl of cereal
Fuck you talm bout
If I get caught I'm just gon bond out
Then imma do it again
And do it again
I got some money I'm finna go spend
Let a few dollars go blow in the wind
Pass me the ball I know imma win
I'm in the cut I'm with Runitup
He sippin on wock in a double cup
Get me a check Imma run it up
Made me a bet imma double up
Put dick in her tummy she say it's too deep I swear I be fucking her stomach up
We really do this when dropping this music
My niggas been fucking the summer up
And the industry know that we coming up
I'm really that nigga to sum it up
You can get stretched if you reach for my neck
I hope that them niggas ain't dumb enough
Credits
Writer(s): Malik Redmond
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