kindagothic lyrics

Saint in this muhf*cka

(chorus)
I showed my gang what I did, hell yeah they all going schizo
I was down bad, had to get some
Now we eating steak and did some
Baby girl I'm having racks in ?
If I wanna cop it I don't play nun
Dressing kinda gothic but it's not a topic
Got my shoes I'm rocking yes I payed for 'em
And these sticks in the air like ?
It's okay 'cause we shoot at 'em folks
b*tch is so bad and ?
Ask my b*tch but keep it on that low
'Cause she know these n*ggas do be hoes
Always talking never keep it closed
Dripped my b*tch and none of it was clothes
Getting rich and this is what I chose

(verse 1)
Free all the gang freeze the gang on me I am thе coldest
n*ggas on ?
Ex' out the Glocks and 'em sticks yеah we tote 'em
I got some Glocks in this b*tch yeah she hold 'em
Dropping my nuts on yo b*tch yeah she hold 'em
Put my bros on yo b*tch and she rolled 'em
Trust a ho I can't do it, can't fold up
My bro ? he just pour up
You in love with a thot, I could throw up
In this sh*t like a gang I just go up
She gon' ? had to grow up and go up
Everyone around me pour 4's in they soda
b*tch I am the one and the only like Yoda
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If you don't know me then b*tch I don't know ya
(chorus)
I showed my gang what I did, hell yeah they all going schizo
I was down bad, had to get some
Now we eating steak and did some
Baby girl I'm having racks in ?
If I wanna cop it I don't play nun
Dressing kinda gothic but it's not a topic
Got my shoes I'm rocking yeah I payed for 'em
And these sticks in the air like ?
It's okay 'cause we shoot at 'em folks
b*tch is so bad and ?
Ask my b*tch but keep it on that low
'Cause she know these n*ggas do be hoes
Always talking never keep it closed
Dripped my b*tch and none of it was clothes
Getting rich and this is what I chose

(verse 2)
Racks, racks, racks, racks, racks fall on my pants lil b*tch
I'm f*ckin' this bad lil b*tch
She calling me dad lil b*tch
I brought her from rags thru riches
I ain't even bag this b*tch I ain't spend a tag on a b*tch
But I dropped a bag on my stick
Spinning back with my f*cking clique
Hit him in his back he walking wit' a limb
b*tch we spinning back and hit that boy again
Acting like a oppa tryna be my friend
Bullets in his face fill him up with lead
Empty out the case he can't feel his legs
We can't leave the case til' he f*ckin' dead
f*ck another case talking to a fed
We done painted the neighborhood red
(chorus)
I showed my gang what I did, hell yeah they all going schizo
I was down bad, had to get some
Now we eating steak and did some
Baby girl I'm having racks in ?
If I wanna cop it I don't play nun
Dressing kinda gothic but it's not a topic
Got my shoes I'm rocking yeah I payed for 'em
And these sticks in the air like ?
It's okay 'cause we shoot at em folks
b*tch is so bad and ?
Ask my b*tch but keep it on that low
'Cause she know these n*ggas do be hoes
Always talking never keep it closed
Dripped my b*tch and none of it was clothes
Getting rich and this is what I chose