Gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang
Yeah, i f#cked your b#tch today, she told me “i want you bae”
Shooter came outta the crib just to play, that lil’ bad b#tch said she coming to lay
I’m going crazy, i’m going insane
I’m off the perc and i’m going two ways
Not talking lux but i wear notwoways, if i catch you lacking i’m doing the chase
Yeah, f#ck to this bass
This ain’t demon flow but don’t come to my place
She wanted to come over but i said no, ’cause i was too sick, getting ready with my sticks
We had to get ready with blicks, ’cause we know the opps gon’ be plotting and prepping the tricks
My flow way too hard on this b#tch, perc got me flying high as sh#t
Don’t call me shawny ’cause i don’t be whispering, i gotta make sure that hoes don’t be listening
I had some alcohol and it is kicking in, i popped a perc and i’m boutta go uh
I popped a perc and i’m boutta go out, i’m going off beat but i’m still going wild
She wanna stay with me i kicked her out, cause i don’t got no time to f#ck with her now
Yeah
Look at my watch that’s a hundred, all of my diamonds they flooded
He see my gun he get running, soon as i get to the top i’m gon’ run it
Soon as i get to the top i’ll be famous, that b#tch he lame he always tryna claim us
Call my music a disease, it’s contagious, i make these hits on a regular basis
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