[Intro]
RBE x SOB that's the gang bitch
Chuck on the beat
[Verse 1: DaBoii]
Big stack of them blues make the adrenaline rush
Might give ya bitch a dose, but I ain't kissin' the slut
Niggas broke but got the nerve to be hittin' the blunt
I ain't worried 'bout 'em plottin' 'cause that gleezy is tucked
Niggas broke, in they feelin's, my head I shake
Bet a band on my wrist, then it's bread I take
And if the bitch want these rounds, then the bed I break
Tried to run off wit' the bag, then his leg I ate
And if you never see me wit' 'em, then his bitch single
Boy you nice as hell, ain't no mean in you
Touch me the wrong way, mom's gon' need tissue
Flee the scene when we slide, bullets flee wit' you
Bring ya bitch around me, you leave sad puppy
Enough clips for everybody tryna act funny
And if you dissin' on the net, use my 'at' dummy
You ain't had a finger cramp from no rack thumbin'
Nigga you don't got no hoes, you be cat huntin'
Aww damn if you broke then that cat runnin'
House lick, you the type to not grab nothin'
And while you niggas wantin' to hate, we be mad hustlin'
Wild niggas wit' me and they wit' the petty thievery
I told 'em we gon' make it, you a fool you ain't believe in me
She don't wanna get to know me, she just wanna sleep wit' me
I'm married to these Benji's, sorry baby you can keep the ring
Big guns, make a nigga shake like Harlem
My bitch, she a snack and yo' bitch she the garbage
Talkin' like you crazy, you must wanna be a target
Gang fulla demons, slide down meet the Spartans
Niggas totin' guns but these niggas scared to spark it
Two hundred on the dash, hit the gas, watch the car shift
I don't like humans, nigga why? I'm a Martian
Ray gun totin', green bean get 'em off quick
Runnin' to the cash, oh Lord, I'm exhausted
Fuck lovin' hoes, I'll put 'em up for auction
Stitch lip, threw away the key and I lost it
Smokin' on that shit that smell like a dirty armpit
I go back broke, toss me a .40 and a bibber
I do this for my momma, and my granny and my sister
Money too heavy and my hands caught a blister
If she taken, it don't matter, if I want her I'ma get her
DaBoii, why you trippin'? I don't know, I got a temper
I could talk some hundreds to existence, I'm a wizard
Backwood totin' I will never roll a Swisher
Bitch get out yo' feelin's, I ain't fuckin' wit' no simpers
RBE x SOB that's the gang bitch
Chuck on the beat
[Verse 1: DaBoii]
Big stack of them blues make the adrenaline rush
Might give ya bitch a dose, but I ain't kissin' the slut
Niggas broke but got the nerve to be hittin' the blunt
I ain't worried 'bout 'em plottin' 'cause that gleezy is tucked
Niggas broke, in they feelin's, my head I shake
Bet a band on my wrist, then it's bread I take
And if the bitch want these rounds, then the bed I break
Tried to run off wit' the bag, then his leg I ate
And if you never see me wit' 'em, then his bitch single
Boy you nice as hell, ain't no mean in you
Touch me the wrong way, mom's gon' need tissue
Flee the scene when we slide, bullets flee wit' you
Bring ya bitch around me, you leave sad puppy
Enough clips for everybody tryna act funny
And if you dissin' on the net, use my 'at' dummy
You ain't had a finger cramp from no rack thumbin'
Nigga you don't got no hoes, you be cat huntin'
Aww damn if you broke then that cat runnin'
House lick, you the type to not grab nothin'
And while you niggas wantin' to hate, we be mad hustlin'
Wild niggas wit' me and they wit' the petty thievery
I told 'em we gon' make it, you a fool you ain't believe in me
She don't wanna get to know me, she just wanna sleep wit' me
I'm married to these Benji's, sorry baby you can keep the ring
Big guns, make a nigga shake like Harlem
My bitch, she a snack and yo' bitch she the garbage
Talkin' like you crazy, you must wanna be a target
Gang fulla demons, slide down meet the Spartans
Niggas totin' guns but these niggas scared to spark it
Two hundred on the dash, hit the gas, watch the car shift
I don't like humans, nigga why? I'm a Martian
Ray gun totin', green bean get 'em off quick
Runnin' to the cash, oh Lord, I'm exhausted
Fuck lovin' hoes, I'll put 'em up for auction
Stitch lip, threw away the key and I lost it
Smokin' on that shit that smell like a dirty armpit
I go back broke, toss me a .40 and a bibber
I do this for my momma, and my granny and my sister
Money too heavy and my hands caught a blister
If she taken, it don't matter, if I want her I'ma get her
DaBoii, why you trippin'? I don't know, I got a temper
I could talk some hundreds to existence, I'm a wizard
Backwood totin' I will never roll a Swisher
Bitch get out yo' feelin's, I ain't fuckin' wit' no simpers
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