n#gg# Know How the F*** we rock man
n#gg#s be fakin allat flagging and s***
(Gang)
You know how the f*** we rockin
n#gg#s might tell, From the 5 to the 12, Everytime On Baby
(Gang,Gang)
Lil bro nem going for nun
Catch my opp you know im bussin
n#gg# bout mine ill kill my cousin(bow bow)
Talk that sh#t but a n#gg# won’t touch me(a n#gg# won’t touch me)
n#gg# never drilled nun (drilled nun)
You ain gon kill nun(you ain gon kill nun)
Popping all them percs f#cked up his brain that boy a real dummy(that boy a real f#ckin crash dummy)
200 in this scat this b#tch on E but this b#tch still running(and this b#tch still going)
I’ll even do my brothers dirty if them boys ever think they gon steal from me(We gon kreep his #ss)
I just made some bands off a scam(I just made some racks)
I can’t say too much cause n#gg#s going to jail and gettin blamed(on gang)
Made 100 with them cards and madе 4 mo just selling grams (still got them racks)
L won’t diss my opps in songs cause crackas b listеning can’t get jammed(man them n#gg#s dead b#tches)
Gotta keep my 40 clean it ain no way this b#tch gon jam(gotta keep that 40 clean)
You can say what you wan say but ask about me im that man
I still jumpout and drop that man
Them broke #ss n#gg#s know we made bands
Truth b told before the opp sh#t all them f#ck n#gg#s was our fans(our motherf#ckin fans)
Member when i was a jit i was on stupid sh#t
Now a n#gg# makin all these blues and rock this gucci shit(this motherf#ckin gucci)
But b#tch im still a killer so dont try me on no goofy shit( on no motherf#ckin goofy sh#t)
Ever get that f#ck n#gg# lo and we gon move em quick(we gon move his #ss)
Heard yo mans caught a headshot that got my shooter tipped(that got my shooter tipped)
Got so many killers in my gang theyon know who to fear(they dont know who to fear)
And ever since a n#gg# lost big leek boy i just shoot to kill
We got Ks and we got drums shoot that sh#t up where he staying
We still posted where we from it ain no fakin on this end (It ain no faking on this end n#gg#)
Them n#gg#s dissing us in songs these n#gg#s b dying for some fame
Hell nah this ain no diss but b#tch i still smoke wassaname (I still smoke that n#gg# #ss)
You ain gon shoot that gun so boy stop flashin that(don’t even post it)
Bro just rolled a wood full of that guy you know im matchin that
Opps they throwing interceptions me and 7 catchin that
Now a n#gg# dead for what he said and he can’t rest for that(hell nah he ain’t coming back)
Might popout in sum expensive shi
Hell nahh can’t get no birkin b#tch (hell nah b#tch)
I been had racks n#gg#h since a jhit
Bro took his sack come get it b#tch (come get it b#tch)
4 a lil top shotta
Hell raiser Glock popper(Glock popper)
Bro em be shootin fa fun yall keep postin dem guns dat’ll get ya block shot up(block shot up)
Beat a n#gg# #ss before i run i dont need no gun pops raised a dondada (Dondadaaa)
556s to da head They’ll leave a n#gg# dead dez b#tches real heart stoppers(real heartstoppers gang)
I dont do dat talkin on da net I dont get into dat(into dat)
Catch meh on da block wit them members dont try spinning dat (or we gon knock that b#tch down)
Cause when you send them n#gg#s this on bro i ain gon send em back(I ain’t gon send them f#cking back)
I Ain’t gon send them back
f#ck n#gg# I ain’t gon send them back
And thats On Gang!
f#ck n#gg#s know how we rockin man (on the guys)
From the 5 to the 12 man (f#ck A n#gg#)
f#ck the opps man we is the opps (man)
f#ck wrong with n#gg#s
(bow bow bow)
Let me finish my adlibs
(Rest up leeke Rest up Ackafool) I got more sh#t to say GANG f#ck you n#gg#s we done Gang
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