We in this bitch f*ck what you saying got gang with me
We in this bitch with the same niggas that came with me
Oh me oh my how'd i get this high? get the f*ck up out my trap house if you ain't tryna to buy
Why You mad that we making moves
Homie got the 9 ruger
And he might shoot her
And everything i'm spittin on the mics hard like a f*cking wine cooler, yeah
I'm the f*cking man got racks in rubber bands
F*ck a feature if i bless a beat I need at least 100 grand
Yeah I said that i'm one young Jedi Obi Wan, bitch
Plottin shots just sittin on my green like i'm f*cking mowing lawns
You say you got the straps but you never shooting
Blow up on the track yeah you know that metro boomin, BOOM
Never gave a f*ck ain't a thing changed
Saucing with the homies nigga gang gang
Y'all cant f*ck with us, y'all just can't hang
I run up in your crib like nigga bang bang
We in this bitch f*ck what you saying got gang with me
We in this bitch with the same niggas that came with me
Oh me oh my how'd i get this high? get the f*ck up out my trap house if you ain't tryna to buy
Why You mad that we making moves
We in this bitch like contraceptives
With my niggas and i'm on the steps with
A lot of dro and your step sis
I'm finna re up I just got the message
Link pour that shit up tell a hoe to get up
Got it off the strength lil nigga that's a chin up
Every time I pick the pen up i'm wiling
She on bullshit then I just pick her friend up
I'm childish nigga no Gambino
Gamble with your life f*ckin with me no casino
Your pockets need a reload I just want the C notes
Chips chips chips no Lays no Frito's
Imma visionary had to flex for real
I gotta sign you i cant except no deals
The fridge was empty where they kept them meals
I want them meal tickets where they kept them seals
Real jack nigga i was at the shell
Ask about Zane they gon' have to tell
Pull up with the pack after 12
The streets needed real so I had to help
Never gave a f*ck word to Cudi
It ain't worth the time if it ain't worth the money
I don't want your bitch she don't deserve to f*ck me
Man down your whole team on one knee
We in this bitch f*ck what you saying got gang with me
We in this bitch with the same niggas that came with me
Oh me oh my how'd i get this high? get the f*ck up out my trap house if you ain't tryna to buy
Why You mad that we making moves
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We in this bitch f*ck what you saying got gang with me
We in this bitch with the same niggas that came with me
Oh me oh my how'd i get this high? get the f*ck up out my trap house if you ain't tryna to buy
Why You mad that we making moves
Homie got the 9 ruger
And he might shoot her
And everything i'm spittin on the mics hard like a f*cking wine cooler, yeah
I'm the f*cking man got racks in rubber bands
F*ck a feature if i bless a beat I need at least 100 grand
Yeah I said that i'm one young Jedi Obi Wan, bitch
Plottin shots just sittin on my green like i'm f*cking mowing lawns
You say you got the straps but you never shooting
Blow up on the track yeah you know that metro boomin, BOOM
Never gave a f*ck ain't a thing changed
Saucing with the homies nigga gang gang
Y'all cant f*ck with us, y'all just can't hang
I run up in your crib like nigga bang bang
We in this bitch f*ck what you saying got gang with me
We in this bitch with the same niggas that came with me
Oh me oh my how'd i get this high? get the f*ck up out my trap house if you ain't tryna to buy
Why You mad that we making moves
We in this bitch like contraceptives
With my niggas and i'm on the steps with
A lot of dro and your step sis
I'm finna re up I just got the message
Link pour that shit up tell a hoe to get up
Got it off the strength lil nigga that's a chin up
Every time I pick the pen up i'm wiling
She on bullshit then I just pick her friend up
I'm childish nigga no Gambino
Gamble with your life f*ckin with me no casino
Your pockets need a reload I just want the C notes
Chips chips chips no Lays no Frito's
Imma visionary had to flex for real
I gotta sign you i cant except no deals
The fridge was empty where they kept them meals
I want them meal tickets where they kept them seals
Real jack nigga i was at the shell
Ask about Zane they gon' have to tell
Pull up with the pack after 12
The streets needed real so I had to help
Never gave a f*ck word to Cudi
It ain't worth the time if it ain't worth the money
I don't want your bitch she don't deserve to f*ck me
Man down your whole team on one knee
We in this bitch f*ck what you saying got gang with me
We in this bitch with the same niggas that came with me
Oh me oh my how'd i get this high? get the f*ck up out my trap house if you ain't tryna to buy
Why You mad that we making moves
We in this bitch with the same niggas that came with me
Oh me oh my how'd i get this high? get the f*ck up out my trap house if you ain't tryna to buy
Why You mad that we making moves
Homie got the 9 ruger
And he might shoot her
And everything i'm spittin on the mics hard like a f*cking wine cooler, yeah
I'm the f*cking man got racks in rubber bands
F*ck a feature if i bless a beat I need at least 100 grand
Yeah I said that i'm one young Jedi Obi Wan, bitch
Plottin shots just sittin on my green like i'm f*cking mowing lawns
You say you got the straps but you never shooting
Blow up on the track yeah you know that metro boomin, BOOM
Never gave a f*ck ain't a thing changed
Saucing with the homies nigga gang gang
Y'all cant f*ck with us, y'all just can't hang
I run up in your crib like nigga bang bang
We in this bitch f*ck what you saying got gang with me
We in this bitch with the same niggas that came with me
Oh me oh my how'd i get this high? get the f*ck up out my trap house if you ain't tryna to buy
Why You mad that we making moves
We in this bitch like contraceptives
With my niggas and i'm on the steps with
A lot of dro and your step sis
I'm finna re up I just got the message
Link pour that shit up tell a hoe to get up
Got it off the strength lil nigga that's a chin up
Every time I pick the pen up i'm wiling
She on bullshit then I just pick her friend up
I'm childish nigga no Gambino
Gamble with your life f*ckin with me no casino
Your pockets need a reload I just want the C notes
Chips chips chips no Lays no Frito's
Imma visionary had to flex for real
I gotta sign you i cant except no deals
The fridge was empty where they kept them meals
I want them meal tickets where they kept them seals
Real jack nigga i was at the shell
Ask about Zane they gon' have to tell
Pull up with the pack after 12
The streets needed real so I had to help
Never gave a f*ck word to Cudi
It ain't worth the time if it ain't worth the money
I don't want your bitch she don't deserve to f*ck me
Man down your whole team on one knee
We in this bitch f*ck what you saying got gang with me
We in this bitch with the same niggas that came with me
Oh me oh my how'd i get this high? get the f*ck up out my trap house if you ain't tryna to buy
Why You mad that we making moves
Writer: Deontre Smith, Link Pellow, Zane Sams
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid