[Chorus: YG & Mozzy] We on that gang shit, splat his brain shit Hit his main bitch, gang shit Slidin' with the blicky, ridin' dangerous Apeshit, every day shit, I'm tryna quake shit Straight bitch, how you in the pen without no makeshift? Straight bitch, niggas turn pussy on that Mace shit Fake bitch, I don't wanna fuck her, she got facelift Lane switch, I ain't raw runnin' on that late shift Claim to be a killer but double back with the same clique, woah
[Verse 1: YG & Mozzy] How you sellin' coochie but ain't made shit, huh? Thirty days are better at the Days Inn, yeah Fuck taggin' on your wall, nigga, we sprayin' shit Put all the opps on a cot, we be layin' shit And we poppin' up any sucker we catch poppin' out And her partner booty is bigger so I'ma swap 'em out I don't sip with peasants, these niggas' sodas be watered down We ain't finna argue on Insta', that shit is not allowed YSL pants on, blicky on me poppin' out We chase niggas down with Glock-9s for chasin' clout Bitch, we some thugs, we sellin' drugs, fuck is a drought? How he a stepper when we stomped him out? (Ooh)
[Chorus: YG & Mozzy] We on that gang shit, splat his brain shit Hit his main bitch, gang shit Slidin' with the blicky, ridin' dangerous Apeshit, every day shit, I'm tryna quake shit Straight bitch, how you in the pen without no makeshift? Straight bitch, niggas turn pussy on that Mace shit Fake bitch, I don't wanna fuck her, she got facelift Lane switch, I ain't raw runnin' on that late shift Claim to be a killer but double back with the same clique
[Verse 2: G Herbo] They ain't really killers, these niggas bitches (Bitch-ass niggas) When you pull up to my hood, you see glizzies with a bunch of switches (Brra) AR-15s holdin' hundreds and a lot of fifties How I'm movin' dolo in your city? Killers rockin' with me (They rockin' with me) Ayy, bullet-proof GLE, bunch of shottas with me (Shottas with me) Call a nigga "NLE," keep that chopper with me (Let's go) Bitch I bless 'em, I ain't sneeze, I just cock and squeeze (Cock it back) And his bitch with YG and a lot of Ps (Gang) Hell gang, Boppa died, we threw a lot of Bs (Gang) I ain't speakin' rap beef, only Glockenese (Boom) Gotta high-five opps 'cause they all dead (All dead) Shoot a nigga arm, leg, leg, arm, head
[Chorus: YG & Mozzy] We on that gang shit, splat his brain shit Hit his main bitch, gang shit Slidin' with the blicky, ridin' dangerous Apeshit, every day shit, I'm tryna quake shit Straight bitch, how you in the pen without no makeshift? Straight bitch, niggas turn pussy on that Mace shit Fake bitch, I don't wanna fuck her, she got facelift Lane switch, I ain't raw runnin' on that late shift Claim to be a killer but double back with the same cliqueTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
