[Intro: YBN Nahmir]
Ha
Gang (Gang, gang, gang, gang)
Ayy
Man what the fuck? Niggas already know what the fuck goin' on, man. I ain't with none of that internet talking, man
Niggas know where the fuck I stay at
If it was up with niggas, niggas would've been blew that bitch down
Niggas is pussy, on my momma nigga
(Ayy)
Be for real, leave the internet gangster
[Verse 1: YBN Nahmir]
When I seen him up in traffic, caught him and he ran (Bitch)
Niggas really don't want smoke, they talking for the 'Gram (Brrra)
Tryna get they clout up, they mention me like fans (Gang)
'Til we hop out with them blowers, blow 'em like a fan (Baow, baow, baow)
Niggas talk that hot shit when I'm out of town (When I'm out of town)
But when I touch back down, none these niggas 'round (Gang, gang)
I be talking cash shit, I got a bag now (Bitch)
But if a nigga think I'm pussy, I'ma lay 'em down (Brrra)
I'm in LA fucking all these hoes, I'm dizzy (I'm dizzy)
I'm up now, they doin' what I say like a sensei (Like a)
My shit hit like a nigga hit a checkmate (Ha)
And bitches know me, I'm still bouncing out with them Big K's (Brrra-bah-bah-bah)
When I'm in town, I'm on the East, and I ain't ducking shit (Ducking shit)
Niggas talking, we the ones that be sparking sticks (Bitch)
Niggas make that lil' diss but ain't sparking shit (Gang, gang)
Boy you pussy, yeah we know you stay in Hoover, bitch (Brrra, brrra)
Brodie told 'em drop a pin, where them niggas stay? (Niggas stay)
I'm on the train with number 5, he hit you in the face (You niggas, ha)
Fake beefin', well you need to put that mop up (Put that mop up)
Boy them shooters come around and really mop ya (Grrra, grrra, grrra)
Nigga on yo' dead homie, I ain't ran from shit (Ran from shit)
If a nigga say I did, he a lyin' bitch (Bitch)
Beat them bitches up, you niggas wasn't stopping shit (Stupid bitch)
If I was there, I would've let off that whole clip (Brrra-bah-bah-bah)
Wave hoppin', well, y'all need to ride another wave ('Nother wave)
And y'all was all on my dick with "Rubbin' off the Paint" (Nigga sick)
That shit dropped and a nigga hit a hundred K (Bitch)
That's why they mad, 'cause they wanna be up in my place (In my place, nigga)
But no you can't, and I'm the one that's fucking bitches now (Fucking bitches now)
All that recordin', yeah, you niggas steady snitchin' now (You niggas gay)
Keep on talking with that .40, I bet he finna drown (Brrra)
Benz was talking until they popped his ass in In-N-Out (Brrra-bah-bah-bah)
I say I'm good in the 'Ham, let a nigga play (Let him play)
So you can catch me over Huffman, over Twin Gates (Huh)
It's RIP Cam and for Quay I count big face (Out my face)
These niggas still talking with no bullets in them AK's (Gang, gang, gang)
Niggas talking 'til they see that black Nissan (Bitch)
I ain't never seen these bitches or these peons (Hell nah)
I broke that lil' bitch hard, I can't keep mines (Stupid bitch)
I can't go to Florida, sike, nigga I'll be fine (Gang, gang, gang)
I'm goin' to Houston, know a nigga got the mob ties (Bitch)
These niggas really only hard on IG Live (Huh)
I'm locked in, in this hell, if you touch me, nigga (If you touch me nigga)
These niggas only act hard when they niggas wit' 'em (These niggas weird)
Shoutout Day Day, shoutout Bam, them my niggas, nigga (Them my niggas)
Any nigga touch Jay, I'm really tripping nigga (Brrra)
Touch Glizzy lil' bitch, then I'm on yo' ass (Off rip)
And off rip, I leave you in that body bag
Ha
Gang (Gang, gang, gang, gang)
Ayy
Man what the fuck? Niggas already know what the fuck goin' on, man. I ain't with none of that internet talking, man
Niggas know where the fuck I stay at
If it was up with niggas, niggas would've been blew that bitch down
Niggas is pussy, on my momma nigga
(Ayy)
Be for real, leave the internet gangster
[Verse 1: YBN Nahmir]
When I seen him up in traffic, caught him and he ran (Bitch)
Niggas really don't want smoke, they talking for the 'Gram (Brrra)
Tryna get they clout up, they mention me like fans (Gang)
'Til we hop out with them blowers, blow 'em like a fan (Baow, baow, baow)
Niggas talk that hot shit when I'm out of town (When I'm out of town)
But when I touch back down, none these niggas 'round (Gang, gang)
I be talking cash shit, I got a bag now (Bitch)
But if a nigga think I'm pussy, I'ma lay 'em down (Brrra)
I'm in LA fucking all these hoes, I'm dizzy (I'm dizzy)
I'm up now, they doin' what I say like a sensei (Like a)
My shit hit like a nigga hit a checkmate (Ha)
And bitches know me, I'm still bouncing out with them Big K's (Brrra-bah-bah-bah)
When I'm in town, I'm on the East, and I ain't ducking shit (Ducking shit)
Niggas talking, we the ones that be sparking sticks (Bitch)
Niggas make that lil' diss but ain't sparking shit (Gang, gang)
Boy you pussy, yeah we know you stay in Hoover, bitch (Brrra, brrra)
Brodie told 'em drop a pin, where them niggas stay? (Niggas stay)
I'm on the train with number 5, he hit you in the face (You niggas, ha)
Fake beefin', well you need to put that mop up (Put that mop up)
Boy them shooters come around and really mop ya (Grrra, grrra, grrra)
Nigga on yo' dead homie, I ain't ran from shit (Ran from shit)
If a nigga say I did, he a lyin' bitch (Bitch)
Beat them bitches up, you niggas wasn't stopping shit (Stupid bitch)
If I was there, I would've let off that whole clip (Brrra-bah-bah-bah)
Wave hoppin', well, y'all need to ride another wave ('Nother wave)
And y'all was all on my dick with "Rubbin' off the Paint" (Nigga sick)
That shit dropped and a nigga hit a hundred K (Bitch)
That's why they mad, 'cause they wanna be up in my place (In my place, nigga)
But no you can't, and I'm the one that's fucking bitches now (Fucking bitches now)
All that recordin', yeah, you niggas steady snitchin' now (You niggas gay)
Keep on talking with that .40, I bet he finna drown (Brrra)
Benz was talking until they popped his ass in In-N-Out (Brrra-bah-bah-bah)
I say I'm good in the 'Ham, let a nigga play (Let him play)
So you can catch me over Huffman, over Twin Gates (Huh)
It's RIP Cam and for Quay I count big face (Out my face)
These niggas still talking with no bullets in them AK's (Gang, gang, gang)
Niggas talking 'til they see that black Nissan (Bitch)
I ain't never seen these bitches or these peons (Hell nah)
I broke that lil' bitch hard, I can't keep mines (Stupid bitch)
I can't go to Florida, sike, nigga I'll be fine (Gang, gang, gang)
I'm goin' to Houston, know a nigga got the mob ties (Bitch)
These niggas really only hard on IG Live (Huh)
I'm locked in, in this hell, if you touch me, nigga (If you touch me nigga)
These niggas only act hard when they niggas wit' 'em (These niggas weird)
Shoutout Day Day, shoutout Bam, them my niggas, nigga (Them my niggas)
Any nigga touch Jay, I'm really tripping nigga (Brrra)
Touch Glizzy lil' bitch, then I'm on yo' ass (Off rip)
And off rip, I leave you in that body bag
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