Pookie nigga stay where you are
If you talk ama pull up with the squad
Make it rain rain on your block
Bang, bang,bang,bang
Pussy nigga stay where you are
If you talk I'mma pull up with the squad
Make it rain rain on your block
Bang,bang,bang, bang
Gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang
I'mma run up with the
Gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang
Bang Bang
Got it with the bros tryna maintain
They been on the same thing
Still tryna play games
I been running up the ghetto from college
I'm ahead of all my peers up in mileage
I got a panda trapping in the cockpit
I don't play well with pickets so just stop it
Where was you when we was on the block
Where was you when a cop pulled a glock
Where was you when we was doing props
We on TV now you wanna stop for us
Now they freezing up like a mannequin
Want another lady that's dominican
Say they taking shots but they pulling blanks
Never fiend for the crown but we got the rank
Guess you don't know
I'm from the ghetto i'm from the ghetto i'm from the ghetto
Ghetto
I'm from the ghetto i'm from the ghetto
Ghetto
I'm from the ghetto i'm from the ghetto
Ghetto
I'm from the ghetto
Fvck wi'me i pull up with the
Came in the Game with a fucking
Machete
And niggas is talking
But rapping be shitty
I came from the city
Where they show you love
If you give em some profit
My nigga be ready
You better be widid
I'm getting the Gasoline
Get it lit lit
Be like glock glock
Gat the Maganize
I ain't flipping pages
Niggas tryna piss me
Tryna get a feature
Wtf you mean
Gang signs on my Shirt
Thick bitch wanna Twerk a little
Gatta get to bussing
Gatta Work
If you talking about me
Better say it to me
I ain't fucking with niggas
That Gossip
Only roll with the hittas
That do shit
Toast made your little girl spread em like a virus
I tella drop it like its heated now we vibing
I got game i been trapping with the broskis
Too high men we trapping in the cockpit
24k tryna put it on my wrist
Aim your gun lil nigga that's a risk
Ain't no gang that be trapping like'a'dis
Replace the A with a V
The Air is Vacant we fill it
The beat is smashing we kill it
On gang gang gang gang
Got a 100 niggas in my entourage
Am squad deep when I pull up
Tell your people call my people is how you niggas get to us
Go and tell my mama I made it
I made it out of the trenches
You might not fuck with the hustle but you still gon have to respect it
I had to go and beat the fucking odds Just so I can even out the score
Adding zeros to the bank accounts Only time we doing math at all
Keep the chatter to your fucking selves all that bullshits for the matadors
Am tailor made for the fucking game Am in this bitch like designer clothes
When that champagne pop, take shots to the face
From cream of the crop to getting that cake
With my Gang! Gang! Gang! Gang! Gang! Gang! Gang! Gang! Gang
Am just out here doing my thing Thing! Thing! Thing! Thing! Thing! Thing
Run it back