Harden SOB X RBE & Shoreline Mafia

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
Choppa with a side-kick, shoot like Harden
Bullets so big trying to make a car flip
Every time I hit, trying to make her forfeit
She wanna french kiss, cause I'm riding foreigns

[Verse 1: OHGEESY]
Sellin' bags til I get a bag
You wouldn't understand
Get a brick, bring it down to grams
And flip it with my mans
I just copped a thizzle xans
I done sold it to my fans
In the trap im baggin up the cocaine
Way in sand
Molly, Wocky, Quali, Prolly
In the crib with a bitch shaking ass like its Folley's
All you niggas is pretend
Me n' my niggas get it in
Came to the club, with a .22, they let it in
If a fuck nigga want some smoke, we let it begin
Hella wave, we the wave
These my brothers, not my friends
Came to the club, with a .22, they let it in
If a fuck nigga want some smoke, we let it begin