We in the van 5 deep with the straps on
This a banger it’s yo bitch favorite trap song
Back on gangster shit n***a game on
He kissed a hoe on the same lips I came on

Aye where the fuck my strap
I ain’t never seen so many pussy n***as on the map
Screaming gang on the camera
But they’ll never shoot a cap
Man this lifestyle they claim it’s not for them and that’s a fact

Y’all n***as lame if y’all tryna throw some fists
It’s even worse if y’all n***as try to throw it for a bitch
The realist n***as that I ever seen walk with sticks
They ain’t blind they just ready for a n***a talking shit

Twitter talking but they never in the streets
I’m so cold on the track but I’m still clutching w the heat
Late night got a mask on this ain’t trick or treat
Tryna blow a n***a brains got the aim at his teeth

Ran up money but naw man Ain’t shit change
N***as acting tough but on gang boy they bitch made
Switch lanes on my mama w a switch blade
Catch an opp chopper singing like it’s rick James

Bitches switching up quick but it’s cool
Lobbing bitches to my brother call ts an alley oop
Any n***a want smoke we gone shoot
Want beef w my brother then u get the whole crew

I can’t cuff a thot Bitch I can’t hit those
They just want a n***a dick cause his wrist froze
Who want smoke we gone pull up in a whip hoe
And send shots drive by through that window

Aye aye I’m a top dog
Let it be known i'm that man w the drop top
I could pull up solo and shoot yo top off
Take yo bitch make the hoe take her top off

Got a new whip n***as know it’s a steamer
You n***as make me sick boy I think I gotta fever
I just want the head simp n***a u can keep her
I only wanted neck when I got it I delete her

I been w the streets man I gave this shit my life yeah
Freshman year catch me walkin w that knife yeah
I had some problems man I know Ts ain’t right yeah
But I still carry round that pump and that shit bite yeah

Lost a lot of these n***as don’t ask me how I feel
Just pass the blunt and mind yo business tryna get a mill
It was some days where my momma couldn’t cook a meal
And at 14 young n***as out here doing drills

Bitch
So don’t tell me how it go
I’m balling like 2k that’s what I spent on my clothe
Had to make some money but ts came w hoes
Cut a bitch off like yo ex did yo clothes

Just hit yo n***as yeah we winning u can check the score
Ain’t wanna do it but u n***as thinking I’m a hoe
I became different ever since I seen my brother go
But I can’t fold 40 so damn loud it’s like a stereo

For all my n***as that I fuck wit I’m gone pop out
Rip my young n***as I’m gone see them when I clock out
I will never box again I always got this Glock out
For my n***as that’s locked I’m tryna take that lock out
I bounced out dipped as fuck in the rental
Tell u bout my life you’d think a n***a mental
I got two faces a young n***a need a medal
I ain’t sell my soul but I’m fighting w the devil

We in the van 5 deep w the straps on
This a banger it’s yo bitch favorite trap song
Back on gangster shit n***a game on He kissed a hoe on the same lips I came on
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