Letras
(YG 30 on rug)
Uh-uh, gang shit, fle, fle
Let me start this shit by sayin' stuck on my mans, now he deceased
Come through swayin' that switch two hands, tell by my stance, bitch I'm elite
I'on need smoke control no motion, when there's no strand, this shit get weak
Don't know why they're playin' the six, two, Drake's pissed ass never waking up from that sleep
Ay, using his head, take it right off the shoulders, got one to the branch to thank for his speech
These niggas that claim they gangs, they never wanna put no pain on the drizzle on beats
Ain't playin' no games, ain't givin' no warnings
My one set thing, I just send 'em a tweak
Gon' die for some clout, that nigga 'das runnin' his mouth, hope that nigga is quick on his feet
Really can't hop on no feet 'cause these niggas too deep, you know the payback seep so I'm driving my window
Know how it go, soon as we get the low, bitch nigga get smoke with his folks in glimmer
Industry glock been gone too long, on the way home, the parole in September
Shift for me when I'm on my burner, right back on the run, I will never surrender
Fact that we spons' by glock, switch too many boxes, I done locked in with a Vamda
Nigga, I healed that high shit really got shot off some drag shit wasn't on the agenda
Ain't got no love for no thot bitch, but when it come down to my shit I act like Tinder
I take a bitch don't fuck with a vendor, I tell her love her but fuck like I got sumin' against her
Let me start this shit by sayin' stuck on my mans, now he deceased
Come through swayin' that switch two hands, tell by my stance, bitch I'm elite
I'on need smoke control no motion, when there's no strand, this shit get weak
Don't know why they're playin' the six, two, Drake's pissed ass never waking up from that sleep
Ay, using his head, take it right off the shoulders, got one to the branch to thank for his speech
These niggas that claim they gangs, they never wanna put no pain on the drizzle on beats
Ain't playin' no games, ain't givin' no warnings
My one set thing, I just send 'em a tweak
Gon' die for some clout, that nigga 'das runnin' his mouth, hope that nigga is quick on his feet
Gang shit