Sincerely, Gang

(JIB, Itsnelll on the beat, nigga) Yeah Watch your hoes, they linkin' up, boot ’em up Niggas think 'bout snakin' us, okay Let’s shoot 'em up Fuck them niggas, they be playin' We get a lot of bands Hop out and we get to sprayin', bitch We some Taliban Seen my nigga take the stand, no That was not the plan Free my nigga out the slam so We can drive these Lams (Oh) Watch your hoes, they linkin' up They want us boot 'em up (Boot up) Niggas thinkin' 'bout snakin’ us, yeah ’til we shoot 'em up (Oh) Ain’t got respect for them old niggas They wasn't schoolin' us (yeah) Runnin' away from these gold diggers They see mе movin’ up (GG) Uh, thought it was exempt, bitch We ain't givin' out no passеs (Uh, uh) Young fooly caught his first body He said that shit was practice (Young fooly) I'm ridin' through my city tryna Catch an opp in traffic (Grr) Or posted on that frontline With a fully automatic, yeah Know how we comin' (Uh) Won't catch me in DC totin' Nothin' less than a hundred (Know that) New fully ARP Waitin' on Twice to put the drum on (Ayy, Twice) the king of UPT I got it tatted on my stomach (Ching ching) Hop out the whip, first I put it in park (Hop out) Sucker-ass nigga, we pullin' your cards (We pull his cards) Love all my bros who was there from the start (I love you) No OGs, we grew up with no heart (Grew up hard) Foot on the gas, I ain't lettin' up (I ain't lettin' up) Give the word to my bitch She gon' set 'em up (Set 'em up) Lots of pounds comin' in, this shit addin' up (yeah) Get the whole thing off, ain't no baggin' up (Huh?) And I'm shittin' on niggas, ain't mad enough (I'm shittin') when you see me You know that that glizzy tucked (You know it) Catch one and take a vacation (Huh?) Five years I wasted, had to have patience (I wasted) I really come from the basement (I did) I know they hate it, that money, I save it (They hatin') Gotta do more to amaze me (You do) Self made nigga, this shit feel amazing Bitch Fuck them niggas, they be playin' We get a lot of bands Hop out and we get to sprayin', bitch We some Taliban (Brrt) Seen my nigga take the stand, no That was not the plan (Rat) Free my nigga out the slam so We can drive these Lams (Glizzy Gang) Watch your hoes, they linkin' up They want us boot 'em up (O oh) Niggas thinkin' 'bout snakin' us, yeah 'til we shoot 'em up (Oh) Ain't got respect for them old niggas They wasn't schoolin' us (No, no) Runnin' away from these gold diggers They see me movin' up (Young Jefe, holmes) This morning, I woke up, made it happen Took my FN out the mattress (O oh) Drop my son at soccer practice, bitch Then I got to trappin' (yeah) Only hundred packs or better, naw We ain't doin' no cappin' (No cap) Your bitch say I broke her back, yeah She need a chiropractor (yeah) Call up Santana Mars, he got that gas jar (Oh) One thing about Taliban, he take your ass off (Oh, oh, oh) You know that I love Lil Doe, yeah That's my damn dog (Hey, Doe) You know 3 Murda my lil' bro, bitch He gon' blast off (Murda, Murda) Lately, I don't know what done got into me (Oh) But I just sent my hitters on a killing spree (Oh, oh) I whip out my dick, piss on my enemies (Goddamn) ain't no Hennessy, fuck you (Goddamn) , sincerely (Goddamn, goddamn) Gang