Not a grave
It's damn true
Tolt the still when we lurking for lackers
When you having your way, bitches gather
Blowing racks in the mall therapeutic
Whippin' Benz's no longer them Buicks
He's a goofy, you finessed him so easy
Told my jeweler it's hot time to freeze me
Niggas don't want no smoke with the gang
Broad day, where yaw hang let it bang
F*ck it, guess it's my fault
I got a sweet situation, they tryna throw salt
Could it be cause the chain make the hoes gawk
And how I barely gotta speak, just let the drip talk
It's red bottoms on my feet when it's crip walk
And I ain't one for back and forth, I let the stick talk
The upper echelon of my class pocket's flooded with cash
And every step I'm giving big splash
Me and my team touch them big bags
Rocking shit like we finna pose for a mag
Mix the Gucci with the amiri when I'm feeling silly
I'm serving opps, hot shells so they know the delay
How the f*ck you want some money, you ain't getting busy
That bag call, I never stall, I'm up and at it quickly
I represent the gangsters of the city
Fifty in the glizzy just in case they try to twist
Tolt the still when we lurking for lackers
When you having your way, bitches gather
Blowing racks in the mall therapeutic
Whippin' bands is no longer them do-it's
P's are goofy, finesse them so easy
Told my jeweler it's high time to freeze me
Niggas don't want no smoke with the gang
Broad day, well, y'all ain't let it bang
F*ck it, guess it's my fault
I got a sweet situation, they trying to throw salt
See, I can crack a head and crack a vault
If your lawyer was in you, it can't be taught
Ride around with the steel case, I got a spark
I can tell that you a bitch from the way you bark
You can catch me with the crips, faded at the park
Toe sticks with the switch, cripping out the dark
Talking madness
You don't wanna be the prey for the savages
When the shell sits, your flesh f*ckin' bandages
We the vets, you ain't playing with no images
Told to stay when we lurking for lacquers
When you having your way, bitches gather
Blowing racks in the motha' reputed
Whippin' bands is no longer them do-it's
P's are goofy, finesse them so easy
Told my jeweler it's high time to freeze me
Niggas don't want no smoke with the gang
Broad day, well, y'all ain't let it bang
D3thegasman - ONNA SET Lyrics
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Not a grave
It's damn true
Tolt the still when we lurking for lackers
When you having your way, bitches gather
Blowing racks in the mall therapeutic
Whippin' Benz's no longer them Buicks
He's a goofy, you finessed him so easy
Told my jeweler it's hot time to freeze me
Niggas don't want no smoke with the gang
Broad day, where yaw hang let it bang
F*ck it, guess it's my fault
I got a sweet situation, they tryna throw salt
Could it be cause the chain make the hoes gawk
And how I barely gotta speak, just let the drip talk
It's red bottoms on my feet when it's crip walk
And I ain't one for back and forth, I let the stick talk
The upper echelon of my class pocket's flooded with cash
And every step I'm giving big splash
Me and my team touch them big bags
Rocking shit like we finna pose for a mag
Mix the Gucci with the amiri when I'm feeling silly
I'm serving opps, hot shells so they know the delay
How the f*ck you want some money, you ain't getting busy
That bag call, I never stall, I'm up and at it quickly
I represent the gangsters of the city
Fifty in the glizzy just in case they try to twist
Tolt the still when we lurking for lackers
When you having your way, bitches gather
Blowing racks in the mall therapeutic
Whippin' bands is no longer them do-it's
P's are goofy, finesse them so easy
Told my jeweler it's high time to freeze me
Niggas don't want no smoke with the gang
Broad day, well, y'all ain't let it bang
F*ck it, guess it's my fault
I got a sweet situation, they trying to throw salt
See, I can crack a head and crack a vault
If your lawyer was in you, it can't be taught
Ride around with the steel case, I got a spark
I can tell that you a bitch from the way you bark
You can catch me with the crips, faded at the park
Toe sticks with the switch, cripping out the dark
Talking madness
You don't wanna be the prey for the savages
When the shell sits, your flesh f*ckin' bandages
We the vets, you ain't playing with no images
Told to stay when we lurking for lacquers
When you having your way, bitches gather
Blowing racks in the motha' reputed
Whippin' bands is no longer them do-it's
P's are goofy, finesse them so easy
Told my jeweler it's high time to freeze me
Niggas don't want no smoke with the gang
Broad day, well, y'all ain't let it bang
It's damn true
Tolt the still when we lurking for lackers
When you having your way, bitches gather
Blowing racks in the mall therapeutic
Whippin' Benz's no longer them Buicks
He's a goofy, you finessed him so easy
Told my jeweler it's hot time to freeze me
Niggas don't want no smoke with the gang
Broad day, where yaw hang let it bang
F*ck it, guess it's my fault
I got a sweet situation, they tryna throw salt
Could it be cause the chain make the hoes gawk
And how I barely gotta speak, just let the drip talk
It's red bottoms on my feet when it's crip walk
And I ain't one for back and forth, I let the stick talk
The upper echelon of my class pocket's flooded with cash
And every step I'm giving big splash
Me and my team touch them big bags
Rocking shit like we finna pose for a mag
Mix the Gucci with the amiri when I'm feeling silly
I'm serving opps, hot shells so they know the delay
How the f*ck you want some money, you ain't getting busy
That bag call, I never stall, I'm up and at it quickly
I represent the gangsters of the city
Fifty in the glizzy just in case they try to twist
Tolt the still when we lurking for lackers
When you having your way, bitches gather
Blowing racks in the mall therapeutic
Whippin' bands is no longer them do-it's
P's are goofy, finesse them so easy
Told my jeweler it's high time to freeze me
Niggas don't want no smoke with the gang
Broad day, well, y'all ain't let it bang
F*ck it, guess it's my fault
I got a sweet situation, they trying to throw salt
See, I can crack a head and crack a vault
If your lawyer was in you, it can't be taught
Ride around with the steel case, I got a spark
I can tell that you a bitch from the way you bark
You can catch me with the crips, faded at the park
Toe sticks with the switch, cripping out the dark
Talking madness
You don't wanna be the prey for the savages
When the shell sits, your flesh f*ckin' bandages
We the vets, you ain't playing with no images
Told to stay when we lurking for lacquers
When you having your way, bitches gather
Blowing racks in the motha' reputed
Whippin' bands is no longer them do-it's
P's are goofy, finesse them so easy
Told my jeweler it's high time to freeze me
Niggas don't want no smoke with the gang
Broad day, well, y'all ain't let it bang
Writer: Katriel Bulley
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid