330TMG - Now Now Lyrics

(How you wanna do it Sii6h?)
Hoppin' out just how we do it
Know Li Tadda get right to it
Get the bag and get the cash
I hope that I'm just being fluent
I always told you that, I wanted to be one to influence you
But now about my crew
Yuh,
If you play with gang, yo girl might f*ck around and give ya' up
Niggas know I'm Mr. Bitches
She know how I give it up
Finger, trigger get the itching, G17 imma bust
Don't make me call up them heathens
Young niggas gon' run a muck
Treat his ass just like a golf ball
Hole in one right out the club
Treat his ass just like a suit too, tax for bow then tie ya' up
See the boy he public solo
Knock the red right out his cup
Judge just said the way y'all strike him down and
Beat him up, I might just throw the book
I had threw a crazy hook
Them lil' Feega stomped em' down
Know the bread not all we took
Cops around the corner turn around
Duck ya' head as soon as they look
What the f*ck they up to now?
That shit had yo momma shook
Kicked the door right in for cash
That's what we did for that
With young niggas that lace up at the night time
That go push wiggy back
So and so feel like I did em' wrong
Then get your licky back
Over took them leeches, pussy bitches tried to piggy back
I'm like get f*ck up out my face
Hoe where yo nigga at?
She think she deserve some attention
Cause her booty fat
Knowing it's a set up
I keep draky with that pitty pat
Buddy tried to walk up
It's a swiss cheese cause that nigga rat
Unh, Unh
Walk up boom
Click, click
Heard fye, rat tat
His chain, snatch that
Big gun, kick back
Spin shit, Hatchback
Head top, crack that
Frrahh, Big Mac
Hoppin' out just how we do it
Know Li Tadda get right to it
Get the bag and get the cash
I hope that I'm just being fluent
I always told you that, I wanted to be one to influence you
But now about my crew
Yuh,
If you play with gang, yo girl might f*ck around and give ya' up
Niggas know I'm Mr. Bitches
She know how I give it up
Finger, trigger get the itching, G17 imma bust
Don't make me call up them heathens
Young niggas gon' run a muck
Treat his ass just like a golf ball
Hole in one right out the club
Treat his ass just like a suit too, tax for bow then tie ya' up
See the boy he public solo
Knock the red right out his cup
Judge just said the way y'all strike him down and
Beat him up, I might just throw the book
I had threw a crazy hook
Them lil' Feega stomped em' down
Know the bread not all we took
Cops around the corner turn around
Duck ya' head as soon as they look
What the f*ck they up to now?
That shit had yo momma shook
Yuh yuh
Knowin' gang gon' carry gun
3UP that be all the time
Know the gang be 1 of 1
Bullets come out just like fireball
We leave his dumbass drunk
One two punch some just like Pau Gasol and Kobe when I dunk
Draco hunger as the f*ck might have ya' dumbass right lunch
The way that cookie crumble, hit his ribs, and all you heard was crunch
I was smokin' roaches, bro was poppin' perks
We had a bunch
Go on tw man
Swipin' visas, dirty hoe
Don't wanna hunch
You, you
You
Don't know why these niggas movin how they been tryna move
You think I'm pussy, pussy boy what you been tryna do?
But get the cash