Gang Time Calboy (Ft. Skilla Baby)

[Intro]
(Chevi Music)

[Verse 1: Calboy]
Ayy, you might lose your life if we come jumpin' out minivans
My lil' bro a striker, he gon' spin his block like ceiling fan
How he earn his stripes? He fake his life and post it on the 'Gram
I can't give no ho a dollar, I for sure won't give a damn
I been movin' dolo, I been duckin' from the cameras
We was like fifteen when we sent bullets out a Camry
Got it out the mud, bitch, I got rich, now they can't stand me
I can't get up with oppositions, we gon' get that nigga's family
Ayy, you wasn't in the trap when niggas was down, then I can't help with shit
Better watch your mouth, these bullets hot, watch niggas melt and shit
Mention me, you killed you and your brother, that's a selfish act
We won't hesitate, you say my name and get the belt for that

[Chorus: Calboy & Skilla Baby]
And we still pop out on gang time
I'm on the E-way with this bitch, she throwin' up gang signs
Oh, this your bitch? She gave me brain, she got a great mind
I'm drippy, drippy, fly as fuck, bitch, I got hangtime
These niggas pussy, swear I heard that through the grapevine
I'll probably buy a bitch a bag, that's if she stay down
These bitches be lookin' for a nigga like me, can't show what they found
I never thought Lil J'd leave, nobody safe now (Nah, for real)
If they don't get down, make 'em lay down, duh (Huh?)