Gang sh*t, yeah, yeah, yeah
Gang sh*t, yeah, gang sh*t, yeah, yeah, yeah
Gang sh*t, yeah, gang sh*t, yeah, yeah, yeah
Gang sh*t, yeah, gang sh*t, yeah, yeah, yeah
VLone on my back, ain’t got no friends, I keep my team, yeah
If we up seeing the opps, we gon’ spin where ever we in, yeah
Smokin’ 85, this sh*t got me high, we get too fried, yeah
We step on them guys, we dont need no pill, to go on thе drill, yeah
We slide on thе fest or whatever, yeah, the [?]
I keep the .5 on ’em, yeah, If they try us, they a** gon’ die, yeah
Swervin’ on traffic, getting fried
Meechie slidin’ up, we smokin’ 85
We gon’ hop on the whip, you ain’t ready to ride
Talk on the stick, he bangin’ big .5’s
Your lil brothers got dipped, you tellin’ lies
Smokin’ this sh*t, got my gang all fried
He say he a plug, he say he got pounds
Fillin’ the bags while we wipin’ him down
Binary on a guitar, yeah we spinnin’ lil buddy in that Benz, yeah
Pour up that Deuce and that Wock, pour up that deuce and that Tris for that feelin’
[?] all on my b*t*h, LV all on my feet
Dont approach me by no hoe, lil baby, she f**k the team
Percs they in, they feenin’, percs they in, they feenin’
Say he got the bags for the low, we gon snap him for no reason
Who lil buddy dont know? Why is he smilin’ for no reason?
Yeah, we in that bullsh*t
Yeah, we straight step on sh*t
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