[Hook] I got hat click-clack, bang-bang – hit a nigga up It’s that young nigga, Rich Gang, we don’t give a fuck Give your bitch this dang-a-lang, she gon’ give me some Got that big AK thang, sittin’ in the trunk
[Verse 1: YG] That bitch called my phone askin’ me about my other hoe If she keep pressing, I’mma fuck around and fuck her, though Bitches, snitches and fuck niggas, I don’t fuck with those Swear you niggas pussy, niggas chicken like Buffalos Ride around in that Porsche, cops tryna blurt me, of course Your niggas don’t eat pork, my niggas don’t do court Murder, murder, murder, muder… You niggas ain’t beefin’ with a hamburger (it’s 400!)
[Bridge] Said my homies gettin’ high (to my homies gettin’ high) Swear somebody gonna die (somebody gonna die) I said my homies gettin’ high (my homies gettin’ high) Swear somebody gonna die (somebody gonna die)
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[Verse 2: Ferg] You can find me in the back, and I’m riding Continental Bumpin’ Mac Dre, and he got me on my thizzle Fill that up with lead like a motherfuckin’ pencil Bitch gon’ give me head while I’m loading up my pencil See the homie YG, rollin’ down my window Said they try and try me, what you tryna get into? Fuckin’ with the wrong one, we gon’ get revenge Fuckin’ with the wrong nigga, five shots in your Benz Fuckin’ with the wrong niggas, those are not your friends They a bunch of wearin’ thong niggas, hiding behind tints If you fuckin’ with the Trap Lord, you committing sin You gon’ get what you asked for: two shots to the chestTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
