Gang, yeah, yeah
(Percx, I love you)
TK, TK
Huh, damn
Aye, I'm in the trap with the sticks
Aye, that nigga want play, he get hit
And I don't give a damn nigga, f*ck your fit
You get zipped up bro, you gon' die in this bitch
And I swear
My lil' niggas gon' turn up for real
And my brodie locked up, he ain't got no bail
She callin' my phone, but I'm never there
Damn, huh, they gon' hate on me but I'm still gon' shine
It's a whole lotta bullets, I'm loadin' my 9
And if we got a problem, I'm bringin' my 5
Yeah, can't leave my house without my fire
You know what I do
Goddamn, I'm bustin' at you
Why you so surprised I'm talkin' the truth?
We bust at his head, he makin' the news, damn
That lil' nigga be trippin', he talkin' that cap
I don't give a f*ck, put his head in his lap
From the 843, put that shit on the map
Lil' nigga try to run, we gon' aim at his back
Yeah, I know what I do, put the team on attack
You know what it is, got a whole lotta stacks
I don't f*ck with the snakes, don't f*ck with the rats
When I'm f*ckin' on shawty, I'm pullin' her tracks
Nigga tryna be me, he going out sad
Damn
Wake up, get the bread everyday
Like some f*ckin' Febreeze, you know we gon' spray
Oh yeah, put the heat to his face
Oh yeah, we gon' turn that shit straight to a case
Damn, and I keep me a J and a K
Oh yeah, keep talkin', we go to yo' place
Damn, you know what it is
On God, we gon' spray that shit
Oh yeah, on God, like f*ck yo' bitch
No, I ain't no Blood and I'm not no Crip
Shawty wanna f*ck so I gave her the tip
We smokin' on gang, we turn 'em to bricks
Say you don't know shit, better mind yo' biz
And I stomp on his head wit' these brand new kicks, damn
Brand new watch, it's Audemars
You can stick with me, we can go to the stars
And I don't give a f*ck 'bout who you are
From a whole 'nother planet, I'm comin' from Mars
Whole gang 4L, we gon' go for the stars
She gon' suck me up, put that shit in her jaws
Make the whole gang jump, this ain't no Kriss Kross
Two shots and you dead, you done took that loss, damn
Two shots, you dead, you done took that loss, damn
Two shots, you dead, you done took that loss, damn
Huh, two shots and you dead, you done took that loss, damn
Hey, damn, aye, yeah
TK
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Gang, yeah, yeah
(Percx, I love you)
TK, TK
Huh, damn
Aye, I'm in the trap with the sticks
Aye, that nigga want play, he get hit
And I don't give a damn nigga, f*ck your fit
You get zipped up bro, you gon' die in this bitch
And I swear
My lil' niggas gon' turn up for real
And my brodie locked up, he ain't got no bail
She callin' my phone, but I'm never there
Damn, huh, they gon' hate on me but I'm still gon' shine
It's a whole lotta bullets, I'm loadin' my 9
And if we got a problem, I'm bringin' my 5
Yeah, can't leave my house without my fire
You know what I do
Goddamn, I'm bustin' at you
Why you so surprised I'm talkin' the truth?
We bust at his head, he makin' the news, damn
That lil' nigga be trippin', he talkin' that cap
I don't give a f*ck, put his head in his lap
From the 843, put that shit on the map
Lil' nigga try to run, we gon' aim at his back
Yeah, I know what I do, put the team on attack
You know what it is, got a whole lotta stacks
I don't f*ck with the snakes, don't f*ck with the rats
When I'm f*ckin' on shawty, I'm pullin' her tracks
Nigga tryna be me, he going out sad
Damn
Wake up, get the bread everyday
Like some f*ckin' Febreeze, you know we gon' spray
Oh yeah, put the heat to his face
Oh yeah, we gon' turn that shit straight to a case
Damn, and I keep me a J and a K
Oh yeah, keep talkin', we go to yo' place
Damn, you know what it is
On God, we gon' spray that shit
Oh yeah, on God, like f*ck yo' bitch
No, I ain't no Blood and I'm not no Crip
Shawty wanna f*ck so I gave her the tip
We smokin' on gang, we turn 'em to bricks
Say you don't know shit, better mind yo' biz
And I stomp on his head wit' these brand new kicks, damn
Brand new watch, it's Audemars
You can stick with me, we can go to the stars
And I don't give a f*ck 'bout who you are
From a whole 'nother planet, I'm comin' from Mars
Whole gang 4L, we gon' go for the stars
She gon' suck me up, put that shit in her jaws
Make the whole gang jump, this ain't no Kriss Kross
Two shots and you dead, you done took that loss, damn
Two shots, you dead, you done took that loss, damn
Two shots, you dead, you done took that loss, damn
Huh, two shots and you dead, you done took that loss, damn
Hey, damn, aye, yeah
TK
(Percx, I love you)
TK, TK
Huh, damn
Aye, I'm in the trap with the sticks
Aye, that nigga want play, he get hit
And I don't give a damn nigga, f*ck your fit
You get zipped up bro, you gon' die in this bitch
And I swear
My lil' niggas gon' turn up for real
And my brodie locked up, he ain't got no bail
She callin' my phone, but I'm never there
Damn, huh, they gon' hate on me but I'm still gon' shine
It's a whole lotta bullets, I'm loadin' my 9
And if we got a problem, I'm bringin' my 5
Yeah, can't leave my house without my fire
You know what I do
Goddamn, I'm bustin' at you
Why you so surprised I'm talkin' the truth?
We bust at his head, he makin' the news, damn
That lil' nigga be trippin', he talkin' that cap
I don't give a f*ck, put his head in his lap
From the 843, put that shit on the map
Lil' nigga try to run, we gon' aim at his back
Yeah, I know what I do, put the team on attack
You know what it is, got a whole lotta stacks
I don't f*ck with the snakes, don't f*ck with the rats
When I'm f*ckin' on shawty, I'm pullin' her tracks
Nigga tryna be me, he going out sad
Damn
Wake up, get the bread everyday
Like some f*ckin' Febreeze, you know we gon' spray
Oh yeah, put the heat to his face
Oh yeah, we gon' turn that shit straight to a case
Damn, and I keep me a J and a K
Oh yeah, keep talkin', we go to yo' place
Damn, you know what it is
On God, we gon' spray that shit
Oh yeah, on God, like f*ck yo' bitch
No, I ain't no Blood and I'm not no Crip
Shawty wanna f*ck so I gave her the tip
We smokin' on gang, we turn 'em to bricks
Say you don't know shit, better mind yo' biz
And I stomp on his head wit' these brand new kicks, damn
Brand new watch, it's Audemars
You can stick with me, we can go to the stars
And I don't give a f*ck 'bout who you are
From a whole 'nother planet, I'm comin' from Mars
Whole gang 4L, we gon' go for the stars
She gon' suck me up, put that shit in her jaws
Make the whole gang jump, this ain't no Kriss Kross
Two shots and you dead, you done took that loss, damn
Two shots, you dead, you done took that loss, damn
Two shots, you dead, you done took that loss, damn
Huh, two shots and you dead, you done took that loss, damn
Hey, damn, aye, yeah
TK
Writer: Treyvis Evans
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid