[Intro: SZ]
Uh-uh
NGang!
Niggas know, niggas know
[Hook: SZ]
Flip the pack and then make that cash
See the opps but them man just dash
Ain't on nothing, them man just Patts
Love the tings so them man just chat
Been 'round there tryna turn man pack
Pray for your bro, hope he don't get whacked
Don't go O 'cause might not come back
On the ride, make sure you don't lack
Been round there, you get splashed or dashed
Bro, T was moving all wass
Hit my man with his own shank
Anywhere gang hop-out and crash
Put your hands on my brothers, mad
Niggas talk about getting bands
Where's your house, come round with that scram
Ride every time, we don't need no plan
[Verse 1: NitoNB]
Couple niggas got sticks like grandad
Big blade backed out from my man bag
See me roll wit' a nigga wit' a backpack
No hesitation, man slap that, yo
Come to your block and bill it
No burger ting but gang fill it
No burger ting but man's dishin' dishin'
I flew up cunch and went missin'
You was in your room just chillin', billin'
More interested in women
Beef us, are you kiddin'?
Mind who you're dissin'
Back out my shank start twitchin'
Tell cats don't jook him on an opp boy down, they're good the long distance
Pussio eediyat, bruv, we turned victim
Fifty nitts, that's what a man's grippin'
Go through your top, your top it gets whippin'
T-shirt bloody, bloody it's all drippin'
Tell man, "Shut up, fuck arff, stop snitching"
Them boy run arff, run arff like chicken
And I remember that day, being played by my balls and that then my shank got Christened
Caught my man on the mains, straight up dipped him
Uh-uh
NGang!
Niggas know, niggas know
[Hook: SZ]
Flip the pack and then make that cash
See the opps but them man just dash
Ain't on nothing, them man just Patts
Love the tings so them man just chat
Been 'round there tryna turn man pack
Pray for your bro, hope he don't get whacked
Don't go O 'cause might not come back
On the ride, make sure you don't lack
Been round there, you get splashed or dashed
Bro, T was moving all wass
Hit my man with his own shank
Anywhere gang hop-out and crash
Put your hands on my brothers, mad
Niggas talk about getting bands
Where's your house, come round with that scram
Ride every time, we don't need no plan
[Verse 1: NitoNB]
Couple niggas got sticks like grandad
Big blade backed out from my man bag
See me roll wit' a nigga wit' a backpack
No hesitation, man slap that, yo
Come to your block and bill it
No burger ting but gang fill it
No burger ting but man's dishin' dishin'
I flew up cunch and went missin'
You was in your room just chillin', billin'
More interested in women
Beef us, are you kiddin'?
Mind who you're dissin'
Back out my shank start twitchin'
Tell cats don't jook him on an opp boy down, they're good the long distance
Pussio eediyat, bruv, we turned victim
Fifty nitts, that's what a man's grippin'
Go through your top, your top it gets whippin'
T-shirt bloody, bloody it's all drippin'
Tell man, "Shut up, fuck arff, stop snitching"
Them boy run arff, run arff like chicken
And I remember that day, being played by my balls and that then my shank got Christened
Caught my man on the mains, straight up dipped him
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