[Verse 1: DaBoii]
First off fuck yo gang and the click you claim
Niggas speakin' on the dead we gone pick his grave
Fuck shittin' on these niggas we gone piss in face
This a Glock so goodbye you could kiss the fade
Heard the gang in they mouth tell me how it taste
And this dick so good she don't know how to take
Feds tryna keep tabs bitch we outer space
And they ain't used to showin love so they gotta hate
Before they say it to my face it be behind the back
Where that full court pressure y'all applyin' at
If you heard we ain't the shit thats a lying ass
Tryna sound like the gang that shit kinda sad
Got them demons in my body i stopped fighting back
Limo tint ona foreign wit' all kinds of straps
Half these niggas ain't real so they lie and act
Getting head while im steerin' got me driving bad
Brodie told me bring the sticks we hittin' niggas up
I'll give a nigga shells before i give a fuck
Bullets spread like a germ i be sickin' stuff
I leave them hoes with shakin' legs you leave em with the cuffs
[Verse 2: Lil Sheik]
Had to put the stick down and bring out the K
Took a break from the stu we slidin' all day
Fell in love wit this choppa before i loved a bitch
Leave the school house early just to pull a skit
If i didn't really live it wouldn't rap this shit
Been blowing through a bag before the rap checks hit
Couple niggas twitter thuggin' I can't wait to see em
They don't wanna see me win i know they hate to see it
Gotta couple bands tucked in this big money suit
Splash Bros with them Glocks it was just me and drew
For the love of lil Tu i swear we droppin 2
You niggas obm sons tryna do what we do
Im like Jordan to the money chase the bag with the Flu
Fuck it T.O hit em up since he actin' tough
Still posted ona S now the chain tucked
You will never catch me slippin Qreal ina cuts
First off fuck yo gang and the click you claim
Niggas speakin' on the dead we gone pick his grave
Fuck shittin' on these niggas we gone piss in face
This a Glock so goodbye you could kiss the fade
Heard the gang in they mouth tell me how it taste
And this dick so good she don't know how to take
Feds tryna keep tabs bitch we outer space
And they ain't used to showin love so they gotta hate
Before they say it to my face it be behind the back
Where that full court pressure y'all applyin' at
If you heard we ain't the shit thats a lying ass
Tryna sound like the gang that shit kinda sad
Got them demons in my body i stopped fighting back
Limo tint ona foreign wit' all kinds of straps
Half these niggas ain't real so they lie and act
Getting head while im steerin' got me driving bad
Brodie told me bring the sticks we hittin' niggas up
I'll give a nigga shells before i give a fuck
Bullets spread like a germ i be sickin' stuff
I leave them hoes with shakin' legs you leave em with the cuffs
[Verse 2: Lil Sheik]
Had to put the stick down and bring out the K
Took a break from the stu we slidin' all day
Fell in love wit this choppa before i loved a bitch
Leave the school house early just to pull a skit
If i didn't really live it wouldn't rap this shit
Been blowing through a bag before the rap checks hit
Couple niggas twitter thuggin' I can't wait to see em
They don't wanna see me win i know they hate to see it
Gotta couple bands tucked in this big money suit
Splash Bros with them Glocks it was just me and drew
For the love of lil Tu i swear we droppin 2
You niggas obm sons tryna do what we do
Im like Jordan to the money chase the bag with the Flu
Fuck it T.O hit em up since he actin' tough
Still posted ona S now the chain tucked
You will never catch me slippin Qreal ina cuts
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