hang

Damn, I got that chicken, Gus Fring

I don't use a bat, nigga, I ain't Steve

How you a shooter on Elden Ring

Chop gon' sing

What you gon' do like King

He think he fly, nigga, then we shoot his wings

I feel like Lil Wayne wit' the bling bling (What?)

Told my bro "open the backdoor," yuh

Knock off his lid, why you cap for, yuh

I keep a Jake like the raptor, yuh

Niggas be cappin, they actors, yuh (You not gang)

I'm finna blick, but I ain't gon' tang

She gon' blow like big bang

I'm gon skrt off in the 'Stang

You want the (N)ine or you want the 'Lang? (Go)

You want the nod, or you want the nic?

I got ten freak hoes tryna eat dick

I up the Glock, better not flinch

'Cause this bitch got a glitch

I'm in a Nascar, tryna get lit

Damn, I almost flipped that whip

I told twinem "we finna get rich"

I told Uno "go add a new clip"

Finna go walk down on a nigga block like "this my block now", yeah

Up this bitch, how the Glock sound

7.62, nigga never seen a trap round

I can make your whole gang groovy, in this bitch tryna shoot a movie

Fan ass hoe let me sign her boobies

I can't lose, get hit with a two piece (Yeah, yeah)

I see the feds, nigga I book it, yuh

That's your pack, we took it, yuh

I'm the vet, you rookie, yuh

That boy rat, want a cookie, ha

Yeah, I'm sippin' on muddy, yuh

I want the cheese, want the money (Money)

Cut that bitch, she acting funny (Yuh)

Wrist gon' blind like wow (Wow)

Niggas, they copy the style

Niggas, they pockets is foul, ay

Juggin' shit like ha

Juggin shit like what (What)

Gas pen light up (Ha)

Smoke gas light up (Yuh)

Talk wild, fyed up (Yeah, yeah)

I'm off that mud

She wanna fuck, stupid lil bitch can't get a buck

I'm off the gas, boy I'm high as fuck

Caught him at the drive-thru, he fucked

Glock on my hip and it's stuck

With the gang, bitch we goin' up

Goin' up, bitch I'm gettin' bread

She want me cuff but that shit dead (It's dead)

Ride around with one in the head

I slide on that bitch like a sled

Big chops, watch where you tread

I mix the yellow with the red

With yo' bitch fuckin' in yo' bed

These boys on the 'gram, act like feds

See 12, then I jump the fence

Glock on me, keep it for defense

Said I'm broke, bitch make no sense

Said I'm broke, bitch, are you dumb?

Pockets fat, bitch, like a thumb

That hoe finna give me gum

Bitch I'm him, bitch I'm the one

Glock on my hip, ion do no link chain

Yuh, Glock on me, no fighting

Diamonds biting like Mike Tyson

Boy, I think my swag a virus

She wan' fuck on me in private

I got three hoes all up on me

Now they looking like some Trident

Boy get folded like a wallet

Bitch, my brother like "On gang"

Bitch, my brothers like my blood

She wan' fuck me cause my neck

With yo' hoe, I go Balenci

Then I mix it with the Vet'

I ain't squashin' shit, dead it

These lil' boys forgot my credit

Blew a bag then forget it

Need the green, need the lettuce, yuh, yuh

Bitch, I call the young niggas, they come get on yo' ass, nigga

On the eastside, you can't come to this block

If you don't got a pass, nigga, on gang

Threaded barrel on this Glock

And that bitch got a flash, nigga (On God)

Me and my patna', nigga, we locked in, nigga, from the get-go

How the fuck you say you a trap nigga, you post at the Citgo, yuh

Broke ass nigga get no plays

Free santa I hope that nigga better days

16 years old, I got fuckin' tased

I was fucked up, and I got fuckin' saved, on gang

Come to Texas with the ARP

Got the drop, we find out where that nigga be, yuh

Come to Fort Worth, nigga fuck that tree, nigga

And I got that 56, they said they gon' spin on me

We got ARP and you know I got the Gen on me, nigga, yuh

Bitch, fuck nigga (On God)