Yeah, I got the drank, i'ma mix it with lemonade
300k in a minute, that's minute made
I ain't gon' step if I really ain't gettin' paid
How you gon' rep if you know you ain't really gang?
Hop in the whip and I really be switchin' lanes
Tryna catch up and that dude really trippin' mane
Ice on my wrist and it really be drippin' mane
Red and white diamonds, it look like a candy cane
Glock in the back, ate that boy like some candy mane
Hop in that whip and I'm slidin' with candy paint
All of this money I got it's ridiculous
Hatin' on me but I know you ain't gettin' it
Rey Mysterio all with the racks, yeah, I'm flippin' this
Pull up in a Lamb, same color as a licorice
Look at my rims, I ain't gettin' from Michelin
All of this money I got, you wishin' it
All of that money I have, you missin' it
Gang finna slide, they don't know what the mission is
Gang finna slide with a mask and a scope
If you play with the gang, then that glock finna blow
He talk tough on the gram, but he don't want no smoke
If he play with the fam, then he really get smoked
If you play with the fam, then you really get poked, you get smoked, yeah, we smokin', that boy, yeah, we pote
He get put on my shirt, he get put on the post, if he play with a gang, then we make sure he roast
Yeah man, matter of fact, yeah, we make sure he toast yeah, that dude gettin' smoked, he get turned to a ghost
Ain't nobody feel bad
We gon' shoot that lil' boy and his mom really sad
He gon' hate on the gang, cause we gettin' this bag
Yeah, we makin' that money lil bruh, i'm your dad
I be makin' that money, ain't even gon' brag
All these racks in my pocket, they makin' me sag
Got that glock, when I up it, it came with a mag
When I'm up in the function, I came with a bag
And I came with some cash
I got all of this stuff that you really wan' have
If he play with a gang, then we split him in half
Yeah, I got the drank, i'ma mix it with lemonade
300k in a minute, that's minute made
I ain't gon' step if I really ain't gettin' paid
How you gon' rep if you know you ain't really gang?
Hop in the whip and I really be switchin' lanes
Tryna catch up and that dude really trippin' mane
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Yeah, I got the drank, i'ma mix it with lemonade
300k in a minute, that's minute made
I ain't gon' step if I really ain't gettin' paid
How you gon' rep if you know you ain't really gang?
Hop in the whip and I really be switchin' lanes
Tryna catch up and that dude really trippin' mane
Ice on my wrist and it really be drippin' mane
Red and white diamonds, it look like a candy cane
Glock in the back, ate that boy like some candy mane
Hop in that whip and I'm slidin' with candy paint
All of this money I got it's ridiculous
Hatin' on me but I know you ain't gettin' it
Rey Mysterio all with the racks, yeah, I'm flippin' this
Pull up in a Lamb, same color as a licorice
Look at my rims, I ain't gettin' from Michelin
All of this money I got, you wishin' it
All of that money I have, you missin' it
Gang finna slide, they don't know what the mission is
Gang finna slide with a mask and a scope
If you play with the gang, then that glock finna blow
He talk tough on the gram, but he don't want no smoke
If he play with the fam, then he really get smoked
If you play with the fam, then you really get poked, you get smoked, yeah, we smokin', that boy, yeah, we pote
He get put on my shirt, he get put on the post, if he play with a gang, then we make sure he roast
Yeah man, matter of fact, yeah, we make sure he toast yeah, that dude gettin' smoked, he get turned to a ghost
Ain't nobody feel bad
We gon' shoot that lil' boy and his mom really sad
He gon' hate on the gang, cause we gettin' this bag
Yeah, we makin' that money lil bruh, i'm your dad
I be makin' that money, ain't even gon' brag
All these racks in my pocket, they makin' me sag
Got that glock, when I up it, it came with a mag
When I'm up in the function, I came with a bag
And I came with some cash
I got all of this stuff that you really wan' have
If he play with a gang, then we split him in half
Yeah, I got the drank, i'ma mix it with lemonade
300k in a minute, that's minute made
I ain't gon' step if I really ain't gettin' paid
How you gon' rep if you know you ain't really gang?
Hop in the whip and I really be switchin' lanes
Tryna catch up and that dude really trippin' mane
300k in a minute, that's minute made
I ain't gon' step if I really ain't gettin' paid
How you gon' rep if you know you ain't really gang?
Hop in the whip and I really be switchin' lanes
Tryna catch up and that dude really trippin' mane
Ice on my wrist and it really be drippin' mane
Red and white diamonds, it look like a candy cane
Glock in the back, ate that boy like some candy mane
Hop in that whip and I'm slidin' with candy paint
All of this money I got it's ridiculous
Hatin' on me but I know you ain't gettin' it
Rey Mysterio all with the racks, yeah, I'm flippin' this
Pull up in a Lamb, same color as a licorice
Look at my rims, I ain't gettin' from Michelin
All of this money I got, you wishin' it
All of that money I have, you missin' it
Gang finna slide, they don't know what the mission is
Gang finna slide with a mask and a scope
If you play with the gang, then that glock finna blow
He talk tough on the gram, but he don't want no smoke
If he play with the fam, then he really get smoked
If you play with the fam, then you really get poked, you get smoked, yeah, we smokin', that boy, yeah, we pote
He get put on my shirt, he get put on the post, if he play with a gang, then we make sure he roast
Yeah man, matter of fact, yeah, we make sure he toast yeah, that dude gettin' smoked, he get turned to a ghost
Ain't nobody feel bad
We gon' shoot that lil' boy and his mom really sad
He gon' hate on the gang, cause we gettin' this bag
Yeah, we makin' that money lil bruh, i'm your dad
I be makin' that money, ain't even gon' brag
All these racks in my pocket, they makin' me sag
Got that glock, when I up it, it came with a mag
When I'm up in the function, I came with a bag
And I came with some cash
I got all of this stuff that you really wan' have
If he play with a gang, then we split him in half
Yeah, I got the drank, i'ma mix it with lemonade
300k in a minute, that's minute made
I ain't gon' step if I really ain't gettin' paid
How you gon' rep if you know you ain't really gang?
Hop in the whip and I really be switchin' lanes
Tryna catch up and that dude really trippin' mane
Writer: Devin Claiborne
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