Shoutout AK
Roll that dope, man
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Huh
Gang, Gang, Gang,Gang
Bass with the goat, he gon' ride with that pole
Five-two-three
I know they playin' both sides
Free lil bruh he doing five
Why they playin' crazy, actin' tough
Like they down to ride
Like they down to slide
Chasin' Ms, ain't with that friendly ' shit
Yeah just step aside N... rapping bout that drilling shit
Ain't never spent around
Cousin told me bout my fake friends
Ain't see it with my eyes
Don't need nobody by my side
These bitches freaky, tellin' lies
I played my part, yeah, from the start
They sent some shots up in the ride
Jake called my phone like we up in the war
No fakin', bro, done stopped a heart
Ain't tryna be up in no beefing shit
Stay Focused ', make it far
A n... try, gotta delete
The bitch gon' send him with the stars
I tried that trappin' shit
Wasn't jackin' it
Start rappin' & went hard
I heard you fuckin' with that other side
Get treated like them boys
My cousins died forever hurt inside
They took a piece my heart
Lil melo died, and I still wonder why
Like, why they took my boy
We heard them shots
My mama ran inside
I ran out, blowin' darts
Like, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm a shootin' star
Bro, steady poppin' bars
Out late every night
When they see him, dead man in his yard
My uncle back on crack
Post at the store all day till it get dark
Too hot, I can't relax
He dissed on ty
I'm tryna leave him flat
Opp, ho, I tried to smack, but she was stank
So I had, sent her back
Gang told me, move some packs
I'm gettin' bigger
I can't fuck with that
Trenches where l'm at
With a black Mac
Shoutout AK, they stabbed me in my back
I got a question
Why you did that
They don't know bout loyalty
They never had that
Trap inside my thoughts
Smoke a wood
Get flashbacks
Gang, gang, gang, gang
I'm a shootin' star
Bro, steady poppin' bars
Out late every night
When they see him, dead man in his yard
My uncle back on crack
Post at the store all day till it get dark
Too hot, I can't relax
He dissed on ty
I'm tryna leave him flat
Opp, ho, I tried to smack, but she was stank
So I had, sent her back
Gang told me, move some packs
I'm getting' bigger
I can't fuck with that
Trenches where I'm at
With a black mac
Shoutout AK, They stabbed me in my back
I got a question
Why you did that
They don't know bout loyalty
They never had that
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang
Gang, gang
Gang, gang
Gang, gang
Five-two-three
Gang, gang, gang
Five-two-three
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Huh
Gang, Gang, Gang,Gang
Bass with the goat, he gon' ride with that pole
Five-two-three
I know they playin' both sides
Free lil bruh he doing five
Why they playin' crazy, actin' tough
Like they down to ride
Like they down to slide
Chasin' Ms, ain't with that friendly ' shit
Yeah just step aside N... rapping bout that drilling shit
Ain't never spent around
Cousin told me bout my fake friends
Ain't see it with my eyes
Don't need nobody by my side
These bitches freaky, tellin' lies
I played my part, yeah, from the start
They sent some shots up in the ride
Jake called my phone like we up in the war
No fakin', bro, done stopped a heart
Ain't tryna be up in no beefing shit
Stay Focused ', make it far
A n... try, gotta delete
The bitch gon' send him with the stars
I tried that trappin' shit
Wasn't jackin' it
Start rappin' & went hard
I heard you fuckin' with that other side
Get treated like them boys
My cousins died forever hurt inside
They took a piece my heart
Lil melo died, and I still wonder why
Like, why they took my boy
We heard them shots
My mama ran inside
I ran out, blowin' darts
Like, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm a shootin' star
Bro, steady poppin' bars
Out late every night
When they see him, dead man in his yard
My uncle back on crack
Post at the store all day till it get dark
Too hot, I can't relax
He dissed on ty
I'm tryna leave him flat
Opp, ho, I tried to smack, but she was stank
So I had, sent her back
Gang told me, move some packs
I'm gettin' bigger
I can't fuck with that
Trenches where l'm at
With a black Mac
Shoutout AK, they stabbed me in my back
I got a question
Why you did that
They don't know bout loyalty
They never had that
Trap inside my thoughts
Smoke a wood
Get flashbacks
Gang, gang, gang, gang
I'm a shootin' star
Bro, steady poppin' bars
Out late every night
When they see him, dead man in his yard
My uncle back on crack
Post at the store all day till it get dark
Too hot, I can't relax
He dissed on ty
I'm tryna leave him flat
Opp, ho, I tried to smack, but she was stank
So I had, sent her back
Gang told me, move some packs
I'm getting' bigger
I can't fuck with that
Trenches where I'm at
With a black mac
Shoutout AK, They stabbed me in my back
I got a question
Why you did that
They don't know bout loyalty
They never had that
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang
Gang, gang
Gang, gang
Gang, gang
Five-two-three
Gang, gang, gang
Five-two-three
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Writer(s): Quontaye Glover
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