This beat is fucking crazy
Turn the music up a little bit more
All these bitches, they love it
All these niggas, they hate it
They be sick to their stomach, look at the look on their faces
Me and my niggas just ballinâ, we make something from nothing
We just fuckinâ the money, she screaminâ baby, Iâm cuminâ
All these niggas, they love it
All these bitches, they hate it
They be sick to their stomach, look at the look on their faces
Me and my bitches just ballinâ, we make something from nothing
I ride this hustle for good, the money never stop cominâ
That new piece hella sick, you probly talk when you pinch
Only had time for that combo for niggas scorinâ them bricks
No, I ainât lyinâ at all, ask your friends cuz they know it
My niggas empty them clips, then fill âem up, thatâs reloadinâ
Got a thing for that money, fast cars and that dough
I was actinâ a fool, now sellinâ 20âs of soap
Like anything for a dollar but I was foolinâ myself
You gotta fight for your hustle, what would you do for the belt?
Even them bitches would shoot, blow a kiss from that pistol
Couple of hot magazines so you can come get your issue
All of them Taylorâs will show and all you heard was a whistle
It's really stripes over here, cuz all my niggas official
Oh shit, Chevy, they gon make me grind a machete
Whole Clip, ready, bitch âbout to go down like confetti
I push harder than pussies giving birth, I say
Now these dry ass bitches sending first my way
Got the whole city on my shoulder, my driver ainât never been chauffeured
And the motherfuckers tell me when to go, when to stay
What to do, how to play, Iâmma chose âer
He know opposing arrows, I be exposing your hoes
Like how you fuck and you suck, to be exposed to bin those
Until you grind like me I make it in to miss the struggle
Shut the fuck up, our lionâs in to miss the jungles
Iâm closing curtains, so you can throw the towel in
Versace linens, my style been in dowry ten
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- Gangland