[Intro]

Gang

They like me more when I'm in this bag

Cash Gang shit, I'm back

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(Alright, I see you, Will)

[Verse 1]

I don't play, caught my opp, I'm tryna find out where he stay

Fuck a mark the current location, share loc with me 'til the end of the day

We don't put stickers on our clip, we tie black flags on the end of the K

You can't force no nigga to slide, ask one time, he's an in or he ain't

We taking hits, Cash App robbed, that's easy money, lil' bro a sniper

I'm a shooter, Leek a shooter and Morg a shooter, we need a driver

We don't call a hot car steamers, in my city, them bitches strikers

If the judge knew what I did, on my daddy, I'd be a lifer

I'm just fucking, you can keep your lil' ho, I don't even like her

Who got a button? You can keep your XD, I don't even like 'em

OG know I play with guns, when I was young, I had to hide 'em

Bro got locked up for a Drac', I'm just glad they gave him higher

I'm a felon, that mean my bitch got a carry like she Mariah

ProMags, I just pushed a hundred phones, I need a buyer

He tryna act like he ain't going, I don't give a fuck, I'm finna try him

I need ten million and the Drac', if it ain't that then I ain't signing

Spanking shit, why these niggas keep tryna play like we ain't sliding? (Belt Gang)

Take his shit, why these niggas keep tryna play like I ain't rob 'em?

I don't care who cooking up, I was in my bunk just eating ramen (Noodles)

I just bonded out for ten, where the opps? I'm tryna find 'em

I'm beefing heavy, I ain't toting no regular Glock, this bitch a— blrrt

And my switch fully on both sides, I don't fuck with three-round bursts

He was tryna set it off, now where he at? He in the dirt

I ain't turnt up off the X, I wrote this one off a Perc'

Them niggas bitches, on the computer, they murderers, they getting smurked

Them niggas snitches, I can't wait to see an opp, he getting murked

Dude was dissing every song, look at him now, he on a shirt

On a Sunday I ain't lacking, I stuff the Glock up in the church

Hold on

[Interlude]

Hold on, let me catch my breath on this bitch

Bro, pass me that 'Wood

Finna roll his dead ass up

(Alright, I see you, Will)

Come on

[Verse 2]

Tried to kill him, dude ain't die but he in bad shape (Critical)

God saved me, should've died, he got his ass faced (Face shot)

Caught an opp, he tried to run and got his ass chased

Another opp got dropped at 2 a.m., we caught his ass late (Late as fuck)

I'll have Von run you down, he only 5'8" (He short as hell)

My nigga Glizzy don't want a glizzy, he tryna buy a Drac' (What up, Glizzy?)

The striker need a temporary, I'm tryna file a plate

I'm high, I ain't using my ID, I'm tryna buy a fake (Nigga)

[Outro]

Know what the fuck going on

Nigga, Cash Gang shit, Belt Gang shit

It's all the same shit

I'm back, gang