F*ck wit the lil nigga I'll come and getcha
Talkin that shyt get broke down like a swisher
Grabbin that pistol I will come and get u
Shoot at ur crib and hit up ur vehicle
Call up the click the gang, we comin at u u thinkin we playin
U mad at the team we created a lane, we hopped out this bitch lookin fly as a plane
Nigga be talkin that shyt on the gram they ain't bout it next nigga like why not
I sent a location like nigga come pull up and niggas still ain't even pop out
I'm doin the dash runnin the lights 12 just ruined the hotbox
He said I kno it's some drugs in the car I can smell it but I told him "no it's not"
He wrote me a ticket I got a court date but that ain't stoppin Shyt I'm still on the block
I ain't scared of nothin I keep this shyt on me it's gon be a man down if I see a opp
If we see a opp, I swear to gawd that boy he gettin shot
We look like the feds when we hit the block
I swear to gawd that boy gon need a cop
I pull up wit Fetti we get to the Fetti I hit up Rayshawn like we to the top
Niggas be actin like everything straight, hop in the stolie and bend the block
Been f*ckin wit litty, he comin for niggas he told me to tell u to warn ur block
I heard some niggas say they was locked down when really they don't even got a spot
I'm runnin it up I hit so many hoes I don't even kno what's my body count
Man f*ck these niggas, we f*ckin these hoes but we bust these niggas
All of these guns loaded wit extensions
In the black van looking like a henchman over this weed I can smell the tension
Everywhere I go the plot it thickens, seein red meat like a pack of chicken
I'm clownin on niggas, all of this ice got me drownin on niggas
All of this time I was down wit these niggas
And now I see hate and the frowns in these niggas what did I do wrong
Did I not shine when I put the group on
Did I not give'em half like a coupon
Did I not put the whole town in my songs
Rollin up has told her get in a thong
When we in the car she be playin my song
She not a dog but I'm givin her bone, told her u gotta go hard or go home
I can't get no sleep Money callin my phone
Niggas talk down Imma see what u on, I get the pack and then get it gone
I cannot settle need my money long, I stuff a wood and then get in my zone
Mama she prayin that I make it home
KLUBHOUSE THE GANG MUTHAFUCKA WE GONE
Black Kaspa - Bang (feat. C Jack) Lyrics
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F*ck wit the lil nigga I'll come and getcha
Talkin that shyt get broke down like a swisher
Grabbin that pistol I will come and get u
Shoot at ur crib and hit up ur vehicle
Call up the click the gang, we comin at u u thinkin we playin
U mad at the team we created a lane, we hopped out this bitch lookin fly as a plane
Nigga be talkin that shyt on the gram they ain't bout it next nigga like why not
I sent a location like nigga come pull up and niggas still ain't even pop out
I'm doin the dash runnin the lights 12 just ruined the hotbox
He said I kno it's some drugs in the car I can smell it but I told him "no it's not"
He wrote me a ticket I got a court date but that ain't stoppin Shyt I'm still on the block
I ain't scared of nothin I keep this shyt on me it's gon be a man down if I see a opp
If we see a opp, I swear to gawd that boy he gettin shot
We look like the feds when we hit the block
I swear to gawd that boy gon need a cop
I pull up wit Fetti we get to the Fetti I hit up Rayshawn like we to the top
Niggas be actin like everything straight, hop in the stolie and bend the block
Been f*ckin wit litty, he comin for niggas he told me to tell u to warn ur block
I heard some niggas say they was locked down when really they don't even got a spot
I'm runnin it up I hit so many hoes I don't even kno what's my body count
Man f*ck these niggas, we f*ckin these hoes but we bust these niggas
All of these guns loaded wit extensions
In the black van looking like a henchman over this weed I can smell the tension
Everywhere I go the plot it thickens, seein red meat like a pack of chicken
I'm clownin on niggas, all of this ice got me drownin on niggas
All of this time I was down wit these niggas
And now I see hate and the frowns in these niggas what did I do wrong
Did I not shine when I put the group on
Did I not give'em half like a coupon
Did I not put the whole town in my songs
Rollin up has told her get in a thong
When we in the car she be playin my song
She not a dog but I'm givin her bone, told her u gotta go hard or go home
I can't get no sleep Money callin my phone
Niggas talk down Imma see what u on, I get the pack and then get it gone
I cannot settle need my money long, I stuff a wood and then get in my zone
Mama she prayin that I make it home
KLUBHOUSE THE GANG MUTHAFUCKA WE GONE
Talkin that shyt get broke down like a swisher
Grabbin that pistol I will come and get u
Shoot at ur crib and hit up ur vehicle
Call up the click the gang, we comin at u u thinkin we playin
U mad at the team we created a lane, we hopped out this bitch lookin fly as a plane
Nigga be talkin that shyt on the gram they ain't bout it next nigga like why not
I sent a location like nigga come pull up and niggas still ain't even pop out
I'm doin the dash runnin the lights 12 just ruined the hotbox
He said I kno it's some drugs in the car I can smell it but I told him "no it's not"
He wrote me a ticket I got a court date but that ain't stoppin Shyt I'm still on the block
I ain't scared of nothin I keep this shyt on me it's gon be a man down if I see a opp
If we see a opp, I swear to gawd that boy he gettin shot
We look like the feds when we hit the block
I swear to gawd that boy gon need a cop
I pull up wit Fetti we get to the Fetti I hit up Rayshawn like we to the top
Niggas be actin like everything straight, hop in the stolie and bend the block
Been f*ckin wit litty, he comin for niggas he told me to tell u to warn ur block
I heard some niggas say they was locked down when really they don't even got a spot
I'm runnin it up I hit so many hoes I don't even kno what's my body count
Man f*ck these niggas, we f*ckin these hoes but we bust these niggas
All of these guns loaded wit extensions
In the black van looking like a henchman over this weed I can smell the tension
Everywhere I go the plot it thickens, seein red meat like a pack of chicken
I'm clownin on niggas, all of this ice got me drownin on niggas
All of this time I was down wit these niggas
And now I see hate and the frowns in these niggas what did I do wrong
Did I not shine when I put the group on
Did I not give'em half like a coupon
Did I not put the whole town in my songs
Rollin up has told her get in a thong
When we in the car she be playin my song
She not a dog but I'm givin her bone, told her u gotta go hard or go home
I can't get no sleep Money callin my phone
Niggas talk down Imma see what u on, I get the pack and then get it gone
I cannot settle need my money long, I stuff a wood and then get in my zone
Mama she prayin that I make it home
KLUBHOUSE THE GANG MUTHAFUCKA WE GONE
Writer: James Horne
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid