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Rude boy, nigga, rude boy, nigga
Ayy, I know the gang be shook when
They see us (Them niggas do, though)
Yeah, and that's on Cethis (On the men)
I know the gang be shook when they see us
Ayy, D-Roc, look, ayy
Thirteen shots in the stock, bitch, I'm James Harden
We just slid in the rental, gotta change cars
She said I make that pussy wet, she had to change drawers
When I was young, me and my niggas fucked the same broads
Now it's bank cards, rubber bands 'round these dead men
He stole the Drakey, boy, you know that you a dead man
Mathematically, I'm the coldest nigga that do this shit
Don't want my fans to know that I really be out here shootin' shit
My light-skinned bitch, man, that little booty matter
Caught a nigga slippin', started yellin', "Black lives matter"
Ayy, I been off this Henn' a lil' too much
My bitch be textin' me, trippin' like I don't give two fucks
Yesterday, I had like ten bands, now I'm like fifty up
I'm a CEO, Nip signed a deal, gotta get his chicken up
When it's time to slide, don't be bitchin' up
This forty got a switch on it, had to put fifty stick on it
I know the gang be shook when they see us
Bands in my pockets got me tryna lift my jeans up
I spent your whole pay on these sneakers
Given time, I'ma make 'em all believers, yeah
They can have a block my shine
Like a diamond in the rough, come find
Real game if you finna pay me with dollar signs
Ayy, when the phonk really go down
Haha, who's really ready to ride?
I go yay for the team, I spray for the team
Bought hella Glocks and Ks for the team, on God
I know the opps be shook when they see us
I was with my bitch, almost killed a nigga on Cethis
Scary nigga went to jail and found Jesus
Fresh Glock out the box, Little Caesars
Gone for two years, now I'm back like they owe me somethin'
They gon' have to show me somethin', forty with like thirty-somethin'
My auntie Neisha, she a gangster, swear to God
Man, I love that bitch to death, excuse my French, man, I'm hot
What type of nigga go to jail and wanna pray to the guys?
Kick a high speed, middle finger to cops
Yeah, I'ma make 'em a believer, nigga
You took that, these two Glocks by my side
I swear to God they gon' leave you, nigga
I know the gang be shook when they see us
Bands in my pockets got me tryna lift my jeans up
I spent your whole pay on these sneakers
Given time, I'ma make 'em all believers, yeah
They can have a block my shine
Like a diamond in the rough, come find
Real game if you finna pay me with dollar signs
Only if you finna pay me with dollar signs
Only if you finna pay me with dollar signs
Ooh, yeah