P2G - Gallery Lyrics

We got 200 dollar ice
All you Niccas put your shit down
I ran it up in mikes
All my Niccas we all lit now
Highprice the winning team just give us the crown
I was 17 riding dirty with that 30 round
We got all the kush and the drank
V got 60 pounds
She wanna make some real pape hit the greyhound
All my Niccas really Yung and turnt we all let's do a headcount
But I'm missing a couple of the homies who ain't around

Niccas really finished out here posting throwback
We all know who did that shit
Don't you know that
All my Niccas sniper gang we ain't wit Kodak
I'm pushing good D on her I might have to record dat
This a 400 dollar shirt Im finna wear it twice
I'm going crazy in this shit she staring in my eyes
Me and glizzy with 2 freak hoes we finna roll the dice
Fucc it
Load the guns up hope nobody die
My lil Niccas coming Louie Louie every day
You can catch me on the road running to the bank
I ain't beefin wit no new Niccas who ain't got no rank
This is not a fire drill I ain't pulling pranks
These Niccas never outside we made stay in
I was sipping all this wok since I was a freshman
Brody keep on serving all this work but he ain't Franklin
Anytime we at the spot we got the Ks in
You Niccas sipping fake drank sipping poison
Baby said she wanna Fucc wit Niccas who got motion
I just hope that pussy real wet just like the ocean
Hit it one time she already sayin that I'm chosen
Bitch I need baccend you already know

She want Gucci or Dior
We can hit the store
I ain't that type of nicca I'll only do it if you my girl
She said ain't never seen a nicca like me before
I cannot believe these Niccas expecting me to fall
Lost a couple members but for them I'm tryna ball
So you know I got your back I'm always there you
Call
Stop snitching on the gram you the one that really told
Everytime I come around I be having Niccas cold
Sheesh