[Intro]
Gang, bitch
The fuck?
(What's up, man? Come in)
Uh
Ayy, ayy
[Chorus]
Ayy, for the record, I ain't finna front for the records (No)
This glizzy ain't just for protection (Uh-huh)
Them bullets hit, blessing a blessing, put him on a stretcher
We sendin' him off like a message
I bet he gon' feel my aggression when I Smith & Wesson
If I think he makin' confessions (He tellin', he rat)
And bitch, no, I can't even lie (No)
It's a G on the end of this fye (Bah)
[Verse]
Put a beam on the top of his eye
Make him fly like a plane, put that bitch in the sky (He gone)
And I ain't finna talk about ties 'cause they all on my side
Yeah, they know how I rock (Crip)
And a bitch got a deal, but I signed
But I'm still independent, I move on my time (Uh-huh)
When I spit, my shit hot like an iron (It's hot)
Labels callin', they like how I rhyme
But they don't understand this shit came out the rocks
I need a mil' and that's straight off the top (Uh-huh)
I could run this shit up just by movin' the blocks
But I hopped on the beat for the price of the drop (Come on)
Bro broke the law so he dipped from the cops
And he still on the bend while he sendin' them shots
He tell Lil' 3 to go bust at the opps
He gon' spin like a fan or a wheel or a top, come on (Come here)
Ready, lil' bitch, is you ready? (Yeah)
I got that Tommy like Keisha in Belly
I just got the drop, on the way to your telly
He gettin' attention, he singin' like Melly, what else?
My niggas, they strapped like a belt (Yeah)
He see the fye, then he freeze and he melt
He gon' close like a book, put him up like a shelf (Uh-huh)
They come back like a hook just to fuck up his health
[Chorus]
Ayy, for the record, I ain't finna front for the records (No)
This glizzy ain't just for protection (It ain't)
Them bullets hit, blessing a blessing, put him on a stretcher
We sendin' him off like a message
I bet he gon' feel my aggression when I Smith & Wesson
If I think he makin' confessions (Uh-huh)
And bitch, no, I can't even lie (Uh-uh)
It's a G on the end of this fye (Bah)
[Outro]
Gang, bitch
The fuck?
You already know what the fuck goin' on
NSB, put 'em on a tee, that's on C-R-I-P
Send them shots where you stay, a fuck nigga gon' lay
Any rap nigga wanna play, on gang
Gang, bitch
The fuck?
(What's up, man? Come in)
Uh
Ayy, ayy
[Chorus]
Ayy, for the record, I ain't finna front for the records (No)
This glizzy ain't just for protection (Uh-huh)
Them bullets hit, blessing a blessing, put him on a stretcher
We sendin' him off like a message
I bet he gon' feel my aggression when I Smith & Wesson
If I think he makin' confessions (He tellin', he rat)
And bitch, no, I can't even lie (No)
It's a G on the end of this fye (Bah)
[Verse]
Put a beam on the top of his eye
Make him fly like a plane, put that bitch in the sky (He gone)
And I ain't finna talk about ties 'cause they all on my side
Yeah, they know how I rock (Crip)
And a bitch got a deal, but I signed
But I'm still independent, I move on my time (Uh-huh)
When I spit, my shit hot like an iron (It's hot)
Labels callin', they like how I rhyme
But they don't understand this shit came out the rocks
I need a mil' and that's straight off the top (Uh-huh)
I could run this shit up just by movin' the blocks
But I hopped on the beat for the price of the drop (Come on)
Bro broke the law so he dipped from the cops
And he still on the bend while he sendin' them shots
He tell Lil' 3 to go bust at the opps
He gon' spin like a fan or a wheel or a top, come on (Come here)
Ready, lil' bitch, is you ready? (Yeah)
I got that Tommy like Keisha in Belly
I just got the drop, on the way to your telly
He gettin' attention, he singin' like Melly, what else?
My niggas, they strapped like a belt (Yeah)
He see the fye, then he freeze and he melt
He gon' close like a book, put him up like a shelf (Uh-huh)
They come back like a hook just to fuck up his health
[Chorus]
Ayy, for the record, I ain't finna front for the records (No)
This glizzy ain't just for protection (It ain't)
Them bullets hit, blessing a blessing, put him on a stretcher
We sendin' him off like a message
I bet he gon' feel my aggression when I Smith & Wesson
If I think he makin' confessions (Uh-huh)
And bitch, no, I can't even lie (Uh-uh)
It's a G on the end of this fye (Bah)
[Outro]
Gang, bitch
The fuck?
You already know what the fuck goin' on
NSB, put 'em on a tee, that's on C-R-I-P
Send them shots where you stay, a fuck nigga gon' lay
Any rap nigga wanna play, on gang
( Big Mali )
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