You know we on that creature gang shit
Is that service drive, certified trapper
Blood guapes
2, 27 mafia what else
Lets get it
This street shit is to me just like riding a bike (shinny seat)
Night light on the pipe with my gas on the dike (know we lit)
Mix matching designer highlight of my eyes (is on gang)
Spaghettis hair Mr. Frag guy with the spice (uh uh uh)
Real cock to the left, nine cock to the right (where we at)
Ten shots left in the clip, broad day light get right (know we strap)
Break open the pipe, I ain′t no type (where we at Tage)
Fine line in the sprite, highlight of my night (lets get it)
55, 50, 2, 2, 7 gang landing (gang)
Pull out the red sit, I leave you with you man so brain damaged, need more than that ace bandage
When Libo lead the k brand us (broski)
I twist a nigga top back and leave his space landing (paa) eh
We take the beep and make'em my wish quit staying in my hair
We dump through frat to seen and paint the cans
Eah awesome display and dying knee we take advantage
Hit the leg and panic were reaching it was too late to chance it
Gang time mafia what else
Gang gang nigga know the vibe
I gat the song they gon slide to, ride to, eight dawgs and a fire crew
Nip the pack, fip the pack gather the dawg (gang) its a drive through
Eight blocks still cheap light the store, my nigga spent them years on the roll
Eah (son) drugs on (Tage) 2, 20, 7 mafia what else
I know some hoes that sniff hose through they nose and swallow G H
Right in front of you
Had a blank view with her panties by her ankle, she a gangster boo
Gat nigga selling stirecase coke, stalon that shit rock you right long
Selling pure white and brown ice, the hockey sand storm and i ain′t no visitor (uh uh hu)
I gat it from Bolivia and Brazil we shake a hill toms of mill
Y'all local nigga playing small time, valor and i handle crib toss mine (gang)
Nigga said they's smoke in the air, i say i drag skys, bodies the winds
The temperatures raiseing fucker
And dont be deceived i dont come i peace, am reactive
And now an apologies for tactics wave o
I clap nigga like drill shots, i gat you rap niggas real high (ha ha ha)
The song the gon slid to, ride to eight dawg and a fire crew
Nip the pack, fip the pack, gather the dawg (gang) its a drive through
Eight blocks still cheap light the store, my nigga spent them years on the roll (sarg sarg)
