[Intro]
This a chain gang exclusive
Blee
[Chorus]
Tweaking off them Xans (Blee, blee), too high, he can't land (Yeah)
I'ma beat her back then beat it again (Yeah)
Never held my hand out, that was not the plan (Okay)
Ha, understand, these niggas not your mans
Hit the plug when I feel stressed, I need some grams (I'm turned up)
Nigga, why you flex that guap? We know that's not your fucking bands (Play cool)
I step out dressed all-white, man, I feel like the fucking Klan
Nigga, don't get hit up today tryna act like you the fucking man
[Verse 1]
That TEC gon' blow (Yeah), blow (Yeah)
Blow that nigga head (Brree)
He not livin' like me, that nigga only do what he can (Okay)
I know how to make them mad, I know just what they can't stand (Yeah)
Shut up and stay out the way, boy, I don't need no fucking friends
Nigga, they don't see the vision, see the plot (Turn me up, yeah)
Nigga, what's this fucking business? I got business with that guap
I got real shooters, bro, you better stop (Doo-doo-doo)
I ain't even gon' speak on them, just know they blitzing shit on God
[Bridge]
And I'm killing shit, on God, need me a mil', on God
I could pull up on this ho, I bet she let me get inside (Yeah, yeah)
Nigga, I done flexed so many times
Had to take so many losses, bitch, I had to get it right
This a chain gang exclusive
Blee
[Chorus]
Tweaking off them Xans (Blee, blee), too high, he can't land (Yeah)
I'ma beat her back then beat it again (Yeah)
Never held my hand out, that was not the plan (Okay)
Ha, understand, these niggas not your mans
Hit the plug when I feel stressed, I need some grams (I'm turned up)
Nigga, why you flex that guap? We know that's not your fucking bands (Play cool)
I step out dressed all-white, man, I feel like the fucking Klan
Nigga, don't get hit up today tryna act like you the fucking man
[Verse 1]
That TEC gon' blow (Yeah), blow (Yeah)
Blow that nigga head (Brree)
He not livin' like me, that nigga only do what he can (Okay)
I know how to make them mad, I know just what they can't stand (Yeah)
Shut up and stay out the way, boy, I don't need no fucking friends
Nigga, they don't see the vision, see the plot (Turn me up, yeah)
Nigga, what's this fucking business? I got business with that guap
I got real shooters, bro, you better stop (Doo-doo-doo)
I ain't even gon' speak on them, just know they blitzing shit on God
[Bridge]
And I'm killing shit, on God, need me a mil', on God
I could pull up on this ho, I bet she let me get inside (Yeah, yeah)
Nigga, I done flexed so many times
Had to take so many losses, bitch, I had to get it right
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