911
Gang gang gang
Gang gang gang
Showtime
Let's get it
I got it
Everyday
I got it
I get it
Let's get it
Gang gang gang
Hey
I spin the opp block just for practice
Adding my money up no subtraction
In the function pistol packing
I got these rings on me like Saturn
Won't leave a trace
Won't leave a pattern
All of the bullshit never mattered
Niggas try running up but I'm faster
He need a ambulance
Not a pastor
I think I'm losing control
But I ain't losing my soul
Niggas is hoes
Never switched up on the gang
True to what I bang
Pussy niggas get exposed
Jugging
Finessin the P's
Running outta weed cause everything getting sold
She all the way on her knees
Making me pleased
Catch a nut then adios
Jordan's don't got not a crease
Keeping em clean
Lace em up and hit the road
The game ain't for sale
It ain't free
Don't bleed how I bleed
Niggas back against the ropes
Showtime the goat
It's so easy
Niggas beneath me
I ain't even trynna boast
Niggas keep thinking they hot
Fill em up with hollows
Now them niggas finna roast
I spin the opp block just for practice
Adding my money up no subtraction
In the function pistol packing
I got these rings on me like Saturn
Won't leave a trace
Won't leave a pattern
All of the bullshit never mattered
Niggas try running up but I'm faster
Gang gang gang
Showtime
Let's get it
I got it
Everyday
I got it
I get it
Let's get it
Gang gang gang
Hey
I spin the opp block just for practice
Adding my money up no subtraction
In the function pistol packing
I got these rings on me like Saturn
Won't leave a trace
Won't leave a pattern
All of the bullshit never mattered
Niggas try running up but I'm faster
He need a ambulance
Not a pastor
I think I'm losing control
But I ain't losing my soul
Niggas is hoes
Never switched up on the gang
True to what I bang
Pussy niggas get exposed
Jugging
Finessin the P's
Running outta weed cause everything getting sold
She all the way on her knees
Making me pleased
Catch a nut then adios
Jordan's don't got not a crease
Keeping em clean
Lace em up and hit the road
The game ain't for sale
It ain't free
Don't bleed how I bleed
Niggas back against the ropes
Showtime the goat
It's so easy
Niggas beneath me
I ain't even trynna boast
Niggas keep thinking they hot
Fill em up with hollows
Now them niggas finna roast
I spin the opp block just for practice
Adding my money up no subtraction
In the function pistol packing
I got these rings on me like Saturn
Won't leave a trace
Won't leave a pattern
All of the bullshit never mattered
Niggas try running up but I'm faster
Credits
Writer(s): Showtime Millionatti
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