Huuuuh
Yeah
O.C.T.G huh huh
Yeah
Niggas thought it was sweet
Niggas ni-niggas
I dig em 6 foot deep (huuuh)
Step on niggas like beef (better think twice or I pull up with it)
Kung-fu like Bruce Lee yeah (better think twice or I cut you off)
Swag no Congolese (better think....)
Swag no Congolese (...twice or I cut you off yeah)
Talk to me nice
I pull up shit I've got all of the smoke
You niggas mice
You can't handle your cap you're just all jokes
Run up the bands
I run I run I run
I'm doing the dance
Look at your mans
He fake he lame that bitch can't get no bread
God damn
You fake niggas better go stay on your lane
My mane
Stay strapped cause I don't trust no motherf*ckers on gang
Know what I'm saying
Send the invoice and the guap come on demand
Yeah, gotta maintain
Getting them bands
(Getting them mother f*cking bands)
Gotta maintain
Making shit lit
Gotta maintain huh
Yeah, doing the dash huh huh
Gotta maintain
Hitting them licks (hitting them mother f*cking licks)
Gotta maintain
G-G-Gotta maintain I do not play around
I do math while you lay in your bed lil homie
Travel for business they send the invoice in my bank account
Adding the digits it's litty
Double the doze in my mother f*cking gas (a nigga be floating)
I be lit
Triple my cup and inside it's the Balentine (triple my cup huh)
Shit be hitting huh
Only be callin' the guap
I run I don't stop
Your bitty bitch give me (bitch give me)
Your bitty bitch give me top
Savage lil nigga like pops
I run I don't stop
Pull to your f*cking block
Turn up and I pop
All of these niggas that block
The hustle of a young nigga
Making it happen
I'm making the figures
Talk to me nice
I pull up shit I've got all of the smoke
You niggas mice
You can't handle your cap you're just all jokes
Run up the bands
I run I run I run
I'm doing the dance
Look at your mans
He fake he lame that bitch can't get no bread
God damn
Niggas thought it was sweet
Niggas ni-niggas
I dig em 6 foot deep
Step on niggas like beef
Kung-fu like Bruce Lee yeah
Swag no Congolese
Swag no Congolese
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Huuuuh
Yeah
O.C.T.G huh huh
Yeah
Niggas thought it was sweet
Niggas ni-niggas
I dig em 6 foot deep (huuuh)
Step on niggas like beef (better think twice or I pull up with it)
Kung-fu like Bruce Lee yeah (better think twice or I cut you off)
Swag no Congolese (better think....)
Swag no Congolese (...twice or I cut you off yeah)
Talk to me nice
I pull up shit I've got all of the smoke
You niggas mice
You can't handle your cap you're just all jokes
Run up the bands
I run I run I run
I'm doing the dance
Look at your mans
He fake he lame that bitch can't get no bread
God damn
You fake niggas better go stay on your lane
My mane
Stay strapped cause I don't trust no motherf*ckers on gang
Know what I'm saying
Send the invoice and the guap come on demand
Yeah, gotta maintain
Getting them bands
(Getting them mother f*cking bands)
Gotta maintain
Making shit lit
Gotta maintain huh
Yeah, doing the dash huh huh
Gotta maintain
Hitting them licks (hitting them mother f*cking licks)
Gotta maintain
G-G-Gotta maintain I do not play around
I do math while you lay in your bed lil homie
Travel for business they send the invoice in my bank account
Adding the digits it's litty
Double the doze in my mother f*cking gas (a nigga be floating)
I be lit
Triple my cup and inside it's the Balentine (triple my cup huh)
Shit be hitting huh
Only be callin' the guap
I run I don't stop
Your bitty bitch give me (bitch give me)
Your bitty bitch give me top
Savage lil nigga like pops
I run I don't stop
Pull to your f*cking block
Turn up and I pop
All of these niggas that block
The hustle of a young nigga
Making it happen
I'm making the figures
Talk to me nice
I pull up shit I've got all of the smoke
You niggas mice
You can't handle your cap you're just all jokes
Run up the bands
I run I run I run
I'm doing the dance
Look at your mans
He fake he lame that bitch can't get no bread
God damn
Niggas thought it was sweet
Niggas ni-niggas
I dig em 6 foot deep
Step on niggas like beef
Kung-fu like Bruce Lee yeah
Swag no Congolese
Swag no Congolese
Yeah
O.C.T.G huh huh
Yeah
Niggas thought it was sweet
Niggas ni-niggas
I dig em 6 foot deep (huuuh)
Step on niggas like beef (better think twice or I pull up with it)
Kung-fu like Bruce Lee yeah (better think twice or I cut you off)
Swag no Congolese (better think....)
Swag no Congolese (...twice or I cut you off yeah)
Talk to me nice
I pull up shit I've got all of the smoke
You niggas mice
You can't handle your cap you're just all jokes
Run up the bands
I run I run I run
I'm doing the dance
Look at your mans
He fake he lame that bitch can't get no bread
God damn
You fake niggas better go stay on your lane
My mane
Stay strapped cause I don't trust no motherf*ckers on gang
Know what I'm saying
Send the invoice and the guap come on demand
Yeah, gotta maintain
Getting them bands
(Getting them mother f*cking bands)
Gotta maintain
Making shit lit
Gotta maintain huh
Yeah, doing the dash huh huh
Gotta maintain
Hitting them licks (hitting them mother f*cking licks)
Gotta maintain
G-G-Gotta maintain I do not play around
I do math while you lay in your bed lil homie
Travel for business they send the invoice in my bank account
Adding the digits it's litty
Double the doze in my mother f*cking gas (a nigga be floating)
I be lit
Triple my cup and inside it's the Balentine (triple my cup huh)
Shit be hitting huh
Only be callin' the guap
I run I don't stop
Your bitty bitch give me (bitch give me)
Your bitty bitch give me top
Savage lil nigga like pops
I run I don't stop
Pull to your f*cking block
Turn up and I pop
All of these niggas that block
The hustle of a young nigga
Making it happen
I'm making the figures
Talk to me nice
I pull up shit I've got all of the smoke
You niggas mice
You can't handle your cap you're just all jokes
Run up the bands
I run I run I run
I'm doing the dance
Look at your mans
He fake he lame that bitch can't get no bread
God damn
Niggas thought it was sweet
Niggas ni-niggas
I dig em 6 foot deep
Step on niggas like beef
Kung-fu like Bruce Lee yeah
Swag no Congolese
Swag no Congolese
Writer: Armand Mandengué
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