Gang, M.O.B
Why you sayin' shit, nigga? Gang, gang, yeah
F*ck your hood, nigga
Yeah, it's TM, nigga. Come on
You better not play me like no opp
Or you gon' get fapped
I'm in these bushes, better not see him
Turn him to a plow
Call the opp, not he or would, man
His ass a thrax
Yeah, they be playin, we'll jump out like we ain't gettin' back
Boy, I better not see that scat
Or that bitch gon' go flat
I sent some shots, I bet I miss
I bet I go back
Sent some shots at me, I think I'm duckin
I'ma throw back
I only need her for the day
Come get your hoe back
Nigga, let me know that person
I'ma pay the ticket
Let me know
Boy, his merch, he can't come around if he ain't with it
Can't come around
If I sent her for that love, then I bet she get it
I bet she got it, yeah
Oh, I'ma get him for that price since he the military
I need him dead
I'm jumpin' for my bro, don't want that smoke
You better not get involved
You better do it
30 minutes with your bitch, she tuggin' on my drawers
Bitch, chill out
Came home and flipped some grams, then I moved the door
I think he turnt, cause he was thin
Watch how I spank him out
Watch how I get him
I remember him movin' fire drugs when I was in the hall
This shit's fly
You want him gone, just pay that person, nigga
Make the call
You better kill it
If I see him out, I spank him in the mall
Can't no nigga play me, pussy
Don't behind him long
His merch, I'ma get him
Tell my bro to fall back
Stick him up, he play too tough
Run in his pockets, all that
I need it all
Oh, it's a bitch on the floor
Yeah, I'ma coach him
I called that
If I was Ricky, would've shot him
Nigga, pass my ball back
Take my bar boys to hoop
Cause my niggas all hot
Drop out gangness for my bro
When we spin, it's all gold
Trim his hair, my gang trailing it
We came in all scat
She on the black ARP
Bet his ass won't bark back
I bet he hush
Hey, who you think you finna touch
Cause dog, I'm not thin
Not New York, but drill times
Ran him down in zips
I keep a 10 on my side
Probably think she can't
When I up, I bet he fall
Hit him in his limb
If you ain't gang, don't come around
Cause I be on that rim
Do not put no OPPs, cause we know turn it up
I'ma get him
If I ever got a LOC, then it's merch I spend, nigga
Rip the jump off
Dumbass
Dumbass
Nigga
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Gang, M.O.B
Why you sayin' shit, nigga? Gang, gang, yeah
F*ck your hood, nigga
Yeah, it's TM, nigga. Come on
You better not play me like no opp
Or you gon' get fapped
I'm in these bushes, better not see him
Turn him to a plow
Call the opp, not he or would, man
His ass a thrax
Yeah, they be playin, we'll jump out like we ain't gettin' back
Boy, I better not see that scat
Or that bitch gon' go flat
I sent some shots, I bet I miss
I bet I go back
Sent some shots at me, I think I'm duckin
I'ma throw back
I only need her for the day
Come get your hoe back
Nigga, let me know that person
I'ma pay the ticket
Let me know
Boy, his merch, he can't come around if he ain't with it
Can't come around
If I sent her for that love, then I bet she get it
I bet she got it, yeah
Oh, I'ma get him for that price since he the military
I need him dead
I'm jumpin' for my bro, don't want that smoke
You better not get involved
You better do it
30 minutes with your bitch, she tuggin' on my drawers
Bitch, chill out
Came home and flipped some grams, then I moved the door
I think he turnt, cause he was thin
Watch how I spank him out
Watch how I get him
I remember him movin' fire drugs when I was in the hall
This shit's fly
You want him gone, just pay that person, nigga
Make the call
You better kill it
If I see him out, I spank him in the mall
Can't no nigga play me, pussy
Don't behind him long
His merch, I'ma get him
Tell my bro to fall back
Stick him up, he play too tough
Run in his pockets, all that
I need it all
Oh, it's a bitch on the floor
Yeah, I'ma coach him
I called that
If I was Ricky, would've shot him
Nigga, pass my ball back
Take my bar boys to hoop
Cause my niggas all hot
Drop out gangness for my bro
When we spin, it's all gold
Trim his hair, my gang trailing it
We came in all scat
She on the black ARP
Bet his ass won't bark back
I bet he hush
Hey, who you think you finna touch
Cause dog, I'm not thin
Not New York, but drill times
Ran him down in zips
I keep a 10 on my side
Probably think she can't
When I up, I bet he fall
Hit him in his limb
If you ain't gang, don't come around
Cause I be on that rim
Do not put no OPPs, cause we know turn it up
I'ma get him
If I ever got a LOC, then it's merch I spend, nigga
Rip the jump off
Dumbass
Dumbass
Nigga
Why you sayin' shit, nigga? Gang, gang, yeah
F*ck your hood, nigga
Yeah, it's TM, nigga. Come on
You better not play me like no opp
Or you gon' get fapped
I'm in these bushes, better not see him
Turn him to a plow
Call the opp, not he or would, man
His ass a thrax
Yeah, they be playin, we'll jump out like we ain't gettin' back
Boy, I better not see that scat
Or that bitch gon' go flat
I sent some shots, I bet I miss
I bet I go back
Sent some shots at me, I think I'm duckin
I'ma throw back
I only need her for the day
Come get your hoe back
Nigga, let me know that person
I'ma pay the ticket
Let me know
Boy, his merch, he can't come around if he ain't with it
Can't come around
If I sent her for that love, then I bet she get it
I bet she got it, yeah
Oh, I'ma get him for that price since he the military
I need him dead
I'm jumpin' for my bro, don't want that smoke
You better not get involved
You better do it
30 minutes with your bitch, she tuggin' on my drawers
Bitch, chill out
Came home and flipped some grams, then I moved the door
I think he turnt, cause he was thin
Watch how I spank him out
Watch how I get him
I remember him movin' fire drugs when I was in the hall
This shit's fly
You want him gone, just pay that person, nigga
Make the call
You better kill it
If I see him out, I spank him in the mall
Can't no nigga play me, pussy
Don't behind him long
His merch, I'ma get him
Tell my bro to fall back
Stick him up, he play too tough
Run in his pockets, all that
I need it all
Oh, it's a bitch on the floor
Yeah, I'ma coach him
I called that
If I was Ricky, would've shot him
Nigga, pass my ball back
Take my bar boys to hoop
Cause my niggas all hot
Drop out gangness for my bro
When we spin, it's all gold
Trim his hair, my gang trailing it
We came in all scat
She on the black ARP
Bet his ass won't bark back
I bet he hush
Hey, who you think you finna touch
Cause dog, I'm not thin
Not New York, but drill times
Ran him down in zips
I keep a 10 on my side
Probably think she can't
When I up, I bet he fall
Hit him in his limb
If you ain't gang, don't come around
Cause I be on that rim
Do not put no OPPs, cause we know turn it up
I'ma get him
If I ever got a LOC, then it's merch I spend, nigga
Rip the jump off
Dumbass
Dumbass
Nigga
Writer: T Morris
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