[Intro]
Gang
Gang
Gang
[Verse 1]
Fuck that other shit
Sick of niggas playing stupid
Get 'em right (Get right)
In this backyard, 4 bleedas
You walk off, boy that’s yo life (Boy that’s yo life)
Zip shit on sight
Don’t get caught in traffic or at no light
Roll a fat one, matter a fact feel like Stackz pour him in the sprite (Pour him in the sprite)
These niggas pussy
They ain’t on my type of time
Let’s get it started (What up)
Turn this bitch up
Free my mans that zipped yo mans
Don’t get me started (Don’t get me started)
I got bleedas who go'n crash out like L.J. go'n stop the party
Bitch it’s dumb
Fuck wrong with me? Get slumped
No way you can stand 40
Free Mad Mane
We was finna open shop and do it big (Gang)
Free Stackz
Rumors spread, but I still got love for them bitches (Still love)
Free Pop
Thеy know who S.O.B. for real and punish shit (Ight)
Free MG
Mr. Get Back, oh yeah
Blood rеally slaughter shit (Ight)
You can get hit up
Sitting on who outchea carving niggas pumpkin
Leave a whole in that boy head just like the donuts that’s at Dunkin (That’s at Dunkin)
Hoe hit me up like "Peso watch yo back nigga wan' smoke ya”
Babygirl look, this ain’t nothing new
Plenty niggas wanna harm me
I swear my mama warned 'em, (My mama warned 'em) 'bout fucking with fake niggas (Yeah)
Don’t wan' see a nigga win with my position
Only right that I go harder (Only right) x2
[Chorus]
Young nigga, strapped, keep a Drac', call it Champagne Papi (Yeah)
You’ll do better tryna go scam, before you try to rob me (Before you try to rob me)
This ain’t that
Come play
You’ll get wet
Pop out, leave a bitch rotting (Come on)
Smelling like spoiled milk
Fuck that boy that’s on his body (Come on)
Gravedigger fuck 'round and dig him up
Get up, get hit, it ain’t no resting (Yeah)
Drop shells in every section
These hoes go'n get it too
These bitches say too much (Say too much)
1 way they go'n understand, 'til a bitch dead, slumped with her man’s, oh this that flip shit
[Verse 2]
I’m knee deep in
Too real, still put my niggas problems first (Yeah)
Double back, then hit his function
His folks wan' put me on a shirt
Nah I ain’t tripping
Be prepared, 'cause I’ma hit 'em where it hurt (Where it hurt)
In the blood puddle, stretched out, slumped on his dick, dig him in dirt
Yeah he like that, but I’m like this
Hold up, it’s a different meaning
Bleeda Gang, can’t compare us to them we smush shit while they grieving (Smush shit while they grieving)
Park the car
Hop out
Walk up on shit, headshot
No he ain’t breathing (Yeah)
Shake the spot
Head to the jets
Post up with Pep while smoking shh
Who wan' go to war with them bleedas? (Who want war?)
Let me know
Hit up Ghost, Shotta and Self Made tryna pin shit at the show (At the show)
Nigga know that we 'bout business
Get right
Nigga ain’t do shit 'bout they man’s, but on insta tryna earn stripes (Lord)
[Chorus]
Young nigga, strapped, keep a Drac', call it Champagne Papi (Call it Champagne Papi)
You’ll do better tryna go scam, before you try to rob me (Before you try to rob me)
This ain’t that
Come play
You’ll get wet
Pop out, leave a bitch rotting (What up)
Smelling like spoiled milk
Fuck that boy that’s on his body
Gravedigger fuck 'round and dig him up
Get up, get hit, it ain’t no resting (Uh uh)
Drop shells in every section
These hoes go'n get it too
These bitches say too much (Say too much)
1 way they go'n understand, 'til a bitch dead, slumped with her man’s, oh this that flip shit (Oh this that flip shit)