Текст песни
Gang in this bitch
We just put the function in a casket
Did you catch a whiff
What you smell is high grade gas
Now she on my line I'ma fisherman
She asked if I'm faded I say yes I am
When we in there we the ones they lookin' at
Gold up on my neck I got the fit to match
Niggas love to talk they gon miss the facts
I don't pay 'em mind they pay me in racks
New Amiris with the Barbour that's some mix and match
Ben and Jerry smoking cookies I got sweet tooth
Whip tinted all black so the rims will match
I step on these brothers like we got different dads
Chino Hills nigga I got different swag
Korean bro got the click with the stick attached
I'm gone but myself known not a lost soul
She just want my naked mole rat Kim Possible
Yea ain't you on, you ain't smoking drug fuckin awful
She bad but she don't pay tithes I am off those
Malone family from St. Louis like the Cardinals
I'm on some way other shit I got the odd flow
God flow am I right or wrong yo only God know
Bomb hoe I might put some meat up in the taco
Gang in this bitch
We just put the function in a casket
Did you catch a whiff
What you smell is high grade gas
Now she on my line I'ma fisherman
She asked if I'm faded I say yes I am
When we in there we the ones they lookin' at
Gold up on my neck I got the fit to match
Got her hooked plus she on my line what you call that
You ain't making me better then baby you should fall back
I ain't had to ask for the WAP she gave me all that
In the hooptie with the homie riding out to all black
Feel like Corey Price way I go up
Nigga if you hating then you wack as fuck I don't do that
Niggas know us Chino Hills Ave doin donuts
Scofflaw Brothers got the spirit of the Cold Crush
Oh yeah they sip '42 but now I'm goosed up off this Remy
When I'm off that I got less a filter I'm the real me
Most these niggas suck at rappin' hear they shit its real weak