This one again ain't got no gang
We gon' slice you up, boy, tryna get us a name
Keep dissin' on us, we gon' put up all the canes
Like dissin' on us, get put up on false
Like we throwin' out the cake, we don't talk to no cops
That girl just cut my phone, told her give it up, talk
But I said, nah, just give me the drop
She wanted money, but I said she a bop
One night, yeah, we gon' make her wear a pace
Don't say you can't get food, carry around mace
Big Drake, in the cave with a face
Like Jabba in the back, tryna up Brian
Damn, Brian tryna buy him a new Drake
Brian in the back, tryna up his Drake
I ain't take it, but it's after the race
Me and DC back outside with the cake
I don't give a f*ck, I don't need a campaign
I'm about to turn your whole block into flames
Your front demon got accurate aim
Hop out the car, make this motherf*ckin' rain
Lil' nigga, you a bitch, your mama got put on the chain
I don't give a f*ck about your game
I swear to God, I'll ban the shit, swear to the king
Li dc - 300k (feat. Sakkcatcher) Lyrics
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This one again ain't got no gang
We gon' slice you up, boy, tryna get us a name
Keep dissin' on us, we gon' put up all the canes
Like dissin' on us, get put up on false
Like we throwin' out the cake, we don't talk to no cops
That girl just cut my phone, told her give it up, talk
But I said, nah, just give me the drop
She wanted money, but I said she a bop
One night, yeah, we gon' make her wear a pace
Don't say you can't get food, carry around mace
Big Drake, in the cave with a face
Like Jabba in the back, tryna up Brian
Damn, Brian tryna buy him a new Drake
Brian in the back, tryna up his Drake
I ain't take it, but it's after the race
Me and DC back outside with the cake
I don't give a f*ck, I don't need a campaign
I'm about to turn your whole block into flames
Your front demon got accurate aim
Hop out the car, make this motherf*ckin' rain
Lil' nigga, you a bitch, your mama got put on the chain
I don't give a f*ck about your game
I swear to God, I'll ban the shit, swear to the king
We gon' slice you up, boy, tryna get us a name
Keep dissin' on us, we gon' put up all the canes
Like dissin' on us, get put up on false
Like we throwin' out the cake, we don't talk to no cops
That girl just cut my phone, told her give it up, talk
But I said, nah, just give me the drop
She wanted money, but I said she a bop
One night, yeah, we gon' make her wear a pace
Don't say you can't get food, carry around mace
Big Drake, in the cave with a face
Like Jabba in the back, tryna up Brian
Damn, Brian tryna buy him a new Drake
Brian in the back, tryna up his Drake
I ain't take it, but it's after the race
Me and DC back outside with the cake
I don't give a f*ck, I don't need a campaign
I'm about to turn your whole block into flames
Your front demon got accurate aim
Hop out the car, make this motherf*ckin' rain
Lil' nigga, you a bitch, your mama got put on the chain
I don't give a f*ck about your game
I swear to God, I'll ban the shit, swear to the king
Writer: Darvion Christian
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid