[Intro]
Aight, check it out
Uh, gang, gang
Bunny Rabbit insane
Uh, Big Finball, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
It's here (Uh), yeah
(One, two) Yeah, yeah (Kane train, baby), uh
(Hold on, hold on) Yeah, yeah
(One, two, yo, yo, check it out) Yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
Microphone check, one, two, mic checka
Still pack that bladadah, Subhan'Allah, I pray to Mecca
All this gang shit in my vein, I got the rank, I got the blessin'
Take some extras out the brick, we press a brick, it ain't no pressure
Sippin' tiki in Waikiki, I'm with Dee-Dee and Vanessa
Top-notch bitches on my roster get the most and nothin' lesser
Poppa met me in the valley, drop the ho off on Winnetka
Take some extras out the brick, we press a brick, it ain't no pressure, yessir
[Verse 1]
I didn't want to speak on this shit
But it really been rackin' my brain now (Yeah, yeah)
'Cause really I fuck with this rap
But my niggas still sellin' cocaine now (Huh, yeah)
Them crackers they got enough on us
To go start a motherfuckin' case now (Yeah)
A nigga get hit with the R.I.C.O.
They comin', they snatchin' the gang now
Big sticks long than a bitch, golf ball holes in the shit
Big Finball in this bitch, cuz with Willy brother all in the six
Had a piper, shoulda wore a diaper
When I hit him, left his draws full of shit (Brrt)
Niggas blow at us, they gettin' blown down
But I'll be so proud to put the dope down for the
Aight, check it out
Uh, gang, gang
Bunny Rabbit insane
Uh, Big Finball, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
It's here (Uh), yeah
(One, two) Yeah, yeah (Kane train, baby), uh
(Hold on, hold on) Yeah, yeah
(One, two, yo, yo, check it out) Yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
Microphone check, one, two, mic checka
Still pack that bladadah, Subhan'Allah, I pray to Mecca
All this gang shit in my vein, I got the rank, I got the blessin'
Take some extras out the brick, we press a brick, it ain't no pressure
Sippin' tiki in Waikiki, I'm with Dee-Dee and Vanessa
Top-notch bitches on my roster get the most and nothin' lesser
Poppa met me in the valley, drop the ho off on Winnetka
Take some extras out the brick, we press a brick, it ain't no pressure, yessir
[Verse 1]
I didn't want to speak on this shit
But it really been rackin' my brain now (Yeah, yeah)
'Cause really I fuck with this rap
But my niggas still sellin' cocaine now (Huh, yeah)
Them crackers they got enough on us
To go start a motherfuckin' case now (Yeah)
A nigga get hit with the R.I.C.O.
They comin', they snatchin' the gang now
Big sticks long than a bitch, golf ball holes in the shit
Big Finball in this bitch, cuz with Willy brother all in the six
Had a piper, shoulda wore a diaper
When I hit him, left his draws full of shit (Brrt)
Niggas blow at us, they gettin' blown down
But I'll be so proud to put the dope down for the
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