We gon chase you and your mans, we pull up making strands
We just tryna make these bands, aint tryna make no friends
If it's up, I leave it in the air, aint shaking niggas hands, making no amends
Spending never ends, send shots at your clan
MDG we keeping heavy metal, but we not a band
Hold up, what the f*ck, why the beat cut off
How you niggas gangsta, never shot a man
Hit the store and get some rubber bands
I'm tryna rack it up, if that nigga talking like he tough, leave him in the trunk
If my niggas can't get through the back, we running through the front
If that nigga reaching for a strap, we turn him to some runtz
Bitch, you know we riding with them rifles like we tryna hunt
Always staying by my stick like I live in a Tiki hut
Hold up, what the f*ck
Me and Gang, we in the bity, already know we tryna get active
Niggas actin' hood, man this lil ass an actor
Hop right out that V, tryna clap all the clappers
We ball like the Raptors
Niggas know my body, throw my dog a stick and he tryna catch a homie
Bitch, keep calling on my phone now, I know she tryna line me
If the cops get behind us, then you know that it's a chase
So f*ck the jakes, nigga tried to run, he got hit up in his back
Brodie in the field, throwing bullets like it's Madden
If we spin that f*cking block, already know that it's a tragic
Uh, said we them head tappers
Nigga thought I was playing, but lil nigga I ain't no rapper
You can go ahead and ask the last one who did that
It wasn't nt Christmas Day, but he still had to get wrapped
It's been two years, nigga still ain't get back
You can diss my brother, nigga still gon' get whacked
Standing on that business, nigga still gon' get clapped
He ain't got a dollar, nigga still won't risk that
Gave that boy is zip an now, he still can't flip that
You can say she loyal, but I still won't kiss that
You can say he's strapped,I bet Im still gon' lick that
Said I smoked your brother, nigga still ain't hit back
Another ten bands, man, how I did that
Gotta find a hustle, had to go and flip packs
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We gon chase you and your mans, we pull up making strands
We just tryna make these bands, aint tryna make no friends
If it's up, I leave it in the air, aint shaking niggas hands, making no amends
Spending never ends, send shots at your clan
MDG we keeping heavy metal, but we not a band
Hold up, what the f*ck, why the beat cut off
How you niggas gangsta, never shot a man
Hit the store and get some rubber bands
I'm tryna rack it up, if that nigga talking like he tough, leave him in the trunk
If my niggas can't get through the back, we running through the front
If that nigga reaching for a strap, we turn him to some runtz
Bitch, you know we riding with them rifles like we tryna hunt
Always staying by my stick like I live in a Tiki hut
Hold up, what the f*ck
Me and Gang, we in the bity, already know we tryna get active
Niggas actin' hood, man this lil ass an actor
Hop right out that V, tryna clap all the clappers
We ball like the Raptors
Niggas know my body, throw my dog a stick and he tryna catch a homie
Bitch, keep calling on my phone now, I know she tryna line me
If the cops get behind us, then you know that it's a chase
So f*ck the jakes, nigga tried to run, he got hit up in his back
Brodie in the field, throwing bullets like it's Madden
If we spin that f*cking block, already know that it's a tragic
Uh, said we them head tappers
Nigga thought I was playing, but lil nigga I ain't no rapper
You can go ahead and ask the last one who did that
It wasn't nt Christmas Day, but he still had to get wrapped
It's been two years, nigga still ain't get back
You can diss my brother, nigga still gon' get whacked
Standing on that business, nigga still gon' get clapped
He ain't got a dollar, nigga still won't risk that
Gave that boy is zip an now, he still can't flip that
You can say she loyal, but I still won't kiss that
You can say he's strapped,I bet Im still gon' lick that
Said I smoked your brother, nigga still ain't hit back
Another ten bands, man, how I did that
Gotta find a hustle, had to go and flip packs
We just tryna make these bands, aint tryna make no friends
If it's up, I leave it in the air, aint shaking niggas hands, making no amends
Spending never ends, send shots at your clan
MDG we keeping heavy metal, but we not a band
Hold up, what the f*ck, why the beat cut off
How you niggas gangsta, never shot a man
Hit the store and get some rubber bands
I'm tryna rack it up, if that nigga talking like he tough, leave him in the trunk
If my niggas can't get through the back, we running through the front
If that nigga reaching for a strap, we turn him to some runtz
Bitch, you know we riding with them rifles like we tryna hunt
Always staying by my stick like I live in a Tiki hut
Hold up, what the f*ck
Me and Gang, we in the bity, already know we tryna get active
Niggas actin' hood, man this lil ass an actor
Hop right out that V, tryna clap all the clappers
We ball like the Raptors
Niggas know my body, throw my dog a stick and he tryna catch a homie
Bitch, keep calling on my phone now, I know she tryna line me
If the cops get behind us, then you know that it's a chase
So f*ck the jakes, nigga tried to run, he got hit up in his back
Brodie in the field, throwing bullets like it's Madden
If we spin that f*cking block, already know that it's a tragic
Uh, said we them head tappers
Nigga thought I was playing, but lil nigga I ain't no rapper
You can go ahead and ask the last one who did that
It wasn't nt Christmas Day, but he still had to get wrapped
It's been two years, nigga still ain't get back
You can diss my brother, nigga still gon' get whacked
Standing on that business, nigga still gon' get clapped
He ain't got a dollar, nigga still won't risk that
Gave that boy is zip an now, he still can't flip that
You can say she loyal, but I still won't kiss that
You can say he's strapped,I bet Im still gon' lick that
Said I smoked your brother, nigga still ain't hit back
Another ten bands, man, how I did that
Gotta find a hustle, had to go and flip packs
Writer: Manuel Ramirez, Tayshon Edwards
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