It's 4 in the morning
Gang. Gang. Gang. Gang. Gang
For the last time, my eyes closed, conversate with God
Apologize for every time I said, oh my God
It's my therapy, only talk to niggas of my own
For me, it's just my problems, but for you, it's just a song
If you ain't gang or the mob, then we can't get along
She hit me when I'm free, you must've thought I was the plug
Dusted blood, diamonds on the neck, real hush
Hey, the flex is just a way that I can get her picked up
I lil duece for my buzz, it's my lil' sip cup
Back to backs, give a nigga flats, give me hiccups
Hey, playin that hoe face, get his bitch touched
He da baby boy, freeze when it's time to hit somethin'
Man, I'm on 45, hittin' rotation, lookin' for state
I never jumped a hurdle, but can jump over them gates
Got your shit took, boy, better go to Cash America
Mama work the side-to-side, I'm good in every area
Paid with a wide body, 05 Hummers
Aye a four with the ultra-wide, 05 Runners
If the gang out, know, then it's more than five of us
Nina, that bitch got a switch, just a mild stutter
He gon' lie to you, like all the shit he said, wild gutter
This the bake shop, I'm mixin' up a pound of hot butter
Aye a Tee, cost a couple Gs, I spend three on these
Man what you do? Nun, she saw me and got down on her knees
He pillow-talked to the hoes, now that nigga run from me
She say, you doin' too much, so that hoe done with me
She double-back the block, yeah, she love to come to me
Still ironic that she come to me and still run from me
Hey, I'm cool gang, true, this my real fasho vibes
C's two-four, but the real four-five
I know this shit for practice, but I'm tryna go live
My eyes in the back, cause I'm watchin' both lives
Man, it don't matter if it's front or back, I'm countin' both sides
Man, brodie rollin' with the dice, he keepin' with them troll eyes
Now that Gucci look good, but don't spend it on your last nigga
I see more designer fits than niggas goin' in and get a bag with it
She came around me, saw the vibe, now she active
I be fightin' with my woods, me and this hoe back-to-back
Hittin' back, hittin' back, hittin' back
Yeah, look like my mama, but on my daddy, not your last nigga
See me and da mob, you shouldn't ask if it's cash with us
Well, you know that shit facade, he ain't playin' with the last niggas
I'm cool gang, cool rhyme shit, man
You know what the f*ck goin' on
Real slide-out shit, man
You heard of thot niggas, what a thot nigga is, man
Old nigga shit
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It's 4 in the morning
Gang. Gang. Gang. Gang. Gang
For the last time, my eyes closed, conversate with God
Apologize for every time I said, oh my God
It's my therapy, only talk to niggas of my own
For me, it's just my problems, but for you, it's just a song
If you ain't gang or the mob, then we can't get along
She hit me when I'm free, you must've thought I was the plug
Dusted blood, diamonds on the neck, real hush
Hey, the flex is just a way that I can get her picked up
I lil duece for my buzz, it's my lil' sip cup
Back to backs, give a nigga flats, give me hiccups
Hey, playin that hoe face, get his bitch touched
He da baby boy, freeze when it's time to hit somethin'
Man, I'm on 45, hittin' rotation, lookin' for state
I never jumped a hurdle, but can jump over them gates
Got your shit took, boy, better go to Cash America
Mama work the side-to-side, I'm good in every area
Paid with a wide body, 05 Hummers
Aye a four with the ultra-wide, 05 Runners
If the gang out, know, then it's more than five of us
Nina, that bitch got a switch, just a mild stutter
He gon' lie to you, like all the shit he said, wild gutter
This the bake shop, I'm mixin' up a pound of hot butter
Aye a Tee, cost a couple Gs, I spend three on these
Man what you do? Nun, she saw me and got down on her knees
He pillow-talked to the hoes, now that nigga run from me
She say, you doin' too much, so that hoe done with me
She double-back the block, yeah, she love to come to me
Still ironic that she come to me and still run from me
Hey, I'm cool gang, true, this my real fasho vibes
C's two-four, but the real four-five
I know this shit for practice, but I'm tryna go live
My eyes in the back, cause I'm watchin' both lives
Man, it don't matter if it's front or back, I'm countin' both sides
Man, brodie rollin' with the dice, he keepin' with them troll eyes
Now that Gucci look good, but don't spend it on your last nigga
I see more designer fits than niggas goin' in and get a bag with it
She came around me, saw the vibe, now she active
I be fightin' with my woods, me and this hoe back-to-back
Hittin' back, hittin' back, hittin' back
Yeah, look like my mama, but on my daddy, not your last nigga
See me and da mob, you shouldn't ask if it's cash with us
Well, you know that shit facade, he ain't playin' with the last niggas
I'm cool gang, cool rhyme shit, man
You know what the f*ck goin' on
Real slide-out shit, man
You heard of thot niggas, what a thot nigga is, man
Old nigga shit
Gang. Gang. Gang. Gang. Gang
For the last time, my eyes closed, conversate with God
Apologize for every time I said, oh my God
It's my therapy, only talk to niggas of my own
For me, it's just my problems, but for you, it's just a song
If you ain't gang or the mob, then we can't get along
She hit me when I'm free, you must've thought I was the plug
Dusted blood, diamonds on the neck, real hush
Hey, the flex is just a way that I can get her picked up
I lil duece for my buzz, it's my lil' sip cup
Back to backs, give a nigga flats, give me hiccups
Hey, playin that hoe face, get his bitch touched
He da baby boy, freeze when it's time to hit somethin'
Man, I'm on 45, hittin' rotation, lookin' for state
I never jumped a hurdle, but can jump over them gates
Got your shit took, boy, better go to Cash America
Mama work the side-to-side, I'm good in every area
Paid with a wide body, 05 Hummers
Aye a four with the ultra-wide, 05 Runners
If the gang out, know, then it's more than five of us
Nina, that bitch got a switch, just a mild stutter
He gon' lie to you, like all the shit he said, wild gutter
This the bake shop, I'm mixin' up a pound of hot butter
Aye a Tee, cost a couple Gs, I spend three on these
Man what you do? Nun, she saw me and got down on her knees
He pillow-talked to the hoes, now that nigga run from me
She say, you doin' too much, so that hoe done with me
She double-back the block, yeah, she love to come to me
Still ironic that she come to me and still run from me
Hey, I'm cool gang, true, this my real fasho vibes
C's two-four, but the real four-five
I know this shit for practice, but I'm tryna go live
My eyes in the back, cause I'm watchin' both lives
Man, it don't matter if it's front or back, I'm countin' both sides
Man, brodie rollin' with the dice, he keepin' with them troll eyes
Now that Gucci look good, but don't spend it on your last nigga
I see more designer fits than niggas goin' in and get a bag with it
She came around me, saw the vibe, now she active
I be fightin' with my woods, me and this hoe back-to-back
Hittin' back, hittin' back, hittin' back
Yeah, look like my mama, but on my daddy, not your last nigga
See me and da mob, you shouldn't ask if it's cash with us
Well, you know that shit facade, he ain't playin' with the last niggas
I'm cool gang, cool rhyme shit, man
You know what the f*ck goin' on
Real slide-out shit, man
You heard of thot niggas, what a thot nigga is, man
Old nigga shit
Writer: Caleb Elam
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