We in the van 5 deep with the straps on
This a banger it’s yo b*tch favorite trap song
Back on gangster sh*t n*gga game on
He kissed a hoe on the same lips I came on
Aye where the f*ck my strap
I ain’t never seen so many pus*y n*ggas on the map
Screaming gang on the camera
But they’ll never shoot a cap
Man this lifestyle they claim it’s not for them and that’s a fact
Y’all n*ggas lame if y’all tryna throw some fists
It’s even worse if y’all n*ggas try to throw it for a b*tch
The realist n*ggas that I ever seen walk with sticks
They ain’t blind they just ready for a n*gga talking sh*t
Twitter talking but they never in the streets
I’m so cold on the track but I’m still clutching w the heat
Late night got a mask on this ain’t trick or treat
Tryna blow a n*gga brains got the aim at his teeth
Ran up money but naw man Ain’t sh*t change
n*ggas acting tough but on gang boy they b*tch made
Switch lanes on my mama w a switch blade
Catch an opp chopper singing like it’s rick James
b*tches switching up quick but it’s cool
Lobbing b*tches to my brother call ts an alley oop
Any n*gga want smoke we gone shoot
Want beef w my brother then u get the whole crew
I can’t cuff a thot b*tch I can’t hit those
They just want a n*gga di*k cause his wrist froze
Who want smoke we gone pull up in a whip hoe
And send shots drive by through that window
Aye aye I’m a top dog
Let it be known i'm that man w the drop top
I could pull up solo and shoot yo top off
Take yo b*tch make the hoe take her top off
Got a new whip n*ggas know it’s a steamer
You n*ggas make me sick boy I think I gotta fever
I just want the head simp n*gga u can keep her
I only wanted neck when I got it I delete her
I been w the streets man I gave this sh*t my life yeah
Freshman year catch me walkin w that knife yeah
I had some problems man I know Ts ain’t right yeah
But I still carry round that pump and that sh*t bite yeah
Lost a lot of these n*ggas don’t ask me how I feel
Just pass the blunt and mind yo business tryna get a mill
It was some days where my momma couldn’t cook a meal
And at 14 young n*ggas out here doing drills
b*tch
So don’t tell me how it go
I’m balling like 2k that’s what I spent on my clothe
Had to make some money but ts came w hoes
Cut a b*tch off like yo ex did yo clothes
Just hit yo n*ggas yeah we winning u can check the score
Ain’t wanna do it but u n*ggas thinking I’m a hoe
I became different ever since I seen my brother go
But I can’t fold 40 so damn loud it’s like a stereo
For all my n*ggas that I f*ck wit I’m gone pop out
Rip my young n*ggas I’m gone see them when I clock out
I will never box again I always got this Glock out
For my n*ggas that’s locked I’m tryna take that lock out
I bounced out dipped as f*ck in the rental
Tell u bout my life you’d think a n*gga mental
I got two faces a young n*gga need a medal
I ain’t sell my soul but I’m fighting w the devil
We in the van 5 deep w the straps on
This a banger it’s yo b*tch favorite trap song
Back on gangster sh*t n*gga game on He kissed a hoe on the same lips I came on