Lyrics:
999, oh-oh
I'm just tryna fuck his main bitch (Woah, woah, woah)
I'm just totin' on my stainless (Gang, gang, gang, gang)
Nigga, fuck ya'
(gang)
Beefin' with my boys, tell them pussy niggas stand down
Choppas, mad Rugers, good night heard that gun sound
Wanna shoot a nigga in his shit
they are (uh)
Me and Hit-Boy, they say we like the new Gang Starr (uh)
Me and Flacko, they say we the new Wave Gods
Shout to Max B, he could be home
to the dome, jumps in the Brome
Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home
But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty
White boy at the counter's
to the dome, jumps in the Brome
Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home
But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty
White boy at the counter's
avoid snitches 'cause they shady, back in the days
We always found the time to play
But that's before they taught them gang-bangers how to spray
Not
Boy you don’t know what I go through
Just to get by coastal
I’m used to being on that block
Like boy I’m Shaq with them post moves
We Gang Gang forever
a Bentley or a Lexus just my boys in the squadder
Nigga talk reckless then I hit 'em with the Smif 'n...
But I'm never snitchin' I'm a rider
If my kids
me (smack dab in the middle)
I wanna be (smack dab in the middle)
Ahhhhh, smack dab in the middle, boys now
So I can rock and roll to satisfy my
like a biker boy
We are the So Icy Gang, tatted like a biker gang
Dreaded up, breaded up, wet it up, and bet it up
Bitch, you don't wanna bet, pull up
Sharpen up an instrument soon as we touched the yard, nigga
Gang, and that's dependent, they can't keep them boys apart, nigga
Yeah, there go them Bompton
like me
But my boys love my style
I took BLM out my Instagram bio
Cause that was so last year
We all know it's white boi summer up in here
Shitty blow,
Alpo
Gucci socks when I walk, shout out to my Op
Hit 'em with a big Glock
Right outside his top bet' not
Hangin' with the gang in the cut
Whole lotta
I sold more dope than I sold records
You niggas sold records, never sold dope
So I ain't hearing none of that street shit
Cause in my mind, you
row in a Tom Ford poncho, yeah (Yeah)
My bitch sit Indian style, yeah
Smokin' on Runtz by the pound (smokin' on Runtz)
Young niggas crazy put switch
clearly
That I'm down with the capital see-P-T
Boy you can't fuck with me
So when I'm in your neighborhood, you better duck
Coz Ice Cube is crazy
fuck you him and him
I was gang bangin' before a nigga entered in
No facade I went from the yard to a 3 car garage
To instant manaj's just vintage,
(come on, come on, come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
In New York (ayy, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams
Wo-Worried 'bout y'all niggas, us straight
Th-These girls are my sons
Jo-Jon & Kate Plus Eight
When I walk in, zip up straight
I don't give a fuck if I was
get ate (brrat)
Had to put a bitch on pause (pause)
Me and my dawgs break laws (laws)
21 Gang 'til I fall (fall)
You could get hit in the jaw (your
brother
We had to share a mattress
No heat, no lights
Had to keep them candles lit
My daddy left me at 8
In an out my life and shit
Gang bangas dope dealers
with me or my gang
I'm slap you in the mouth
I ain't even with that violence
Unless it's a pistol attached to a silencer
I am the messenger, the soul
At homethere are seventeen-year-old boys
And their idea of fun
Is being in a gang called The Disciples
High on crack, totin' a machine gun
Time Time
Hurricane
Panda
Yeah, gyal just came to the booth and asked for a wheel
She never heard drill in Atlanta
Arabic ting told me that I look like Youssef, look like
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