N***a Know How the F*** we rock man
N***as be fakin allat flagging and s***

(Gang)

You know how the f*** we rockin
N***as might tell, From the 5 to the 12, Everytime On Baby

(Gang,Gang)

Lil bro nem going for nun
Catch my opp you know im bussin
N***a bout mine ill kill my cousin(bow bow)
Talk that shit but a n***a won't touch me(a n***a won't touch me)
N***a never drilled nun (drilled nun)
You ain gon kill nun(you ain gon kill nun)
Popping all them percs fucked up his brain that boy a real dummy(that boy a real fuckin crash dummy)
200 in this scat this bitch on E but this bitch still running(and this bitch still going)
I’ll even do my brothers dirty if them boys ever think they gon steal from me(We gon kreep his ass)
I just made some bands off a scam(I just made some racks)
I can't say too much cause n***as going to jail and gettin blamed(on gang)
Made 100 with them cards and madе 4 mo just selling grams (still got them racks)
L won't diss my opps in songs cause crackas b listеning can't get jammed(man them n***as dead bitches)
Gotta keep my 40 clean it ain no way this bitch gon jam(gotta keep that 40 clean)
You can say what you wan say but ask about me im that man
I still jumpout and drop that man
Them broke ass n***as know we made bands
Truth b told before the opp shit all them fuck n***as was our fans(our motherfuckin fans)
Member when i was a jit i was on stupid shit
Now a n***a makin all these blues and rock this gucci shit(this motherfuckin gucci)
But bitch im still a killer so dont try me on no goofy shit( on no motherfuckin goofy shit)
Ever get that fuck n***a lo and we gon move em quick(we gon move his ass)
Heard yo mans caught a headshot that got my shooter tipped(that got my shooter tipped)
Got so many killers in my gang theyon know who to fear(they dont know who to fear)
And ever since a n***a lost big leek boy i just shoot to kill

We got Ks and we got drums shoot that shit up where he staying
We still posted where we from it ain no fakin on this end (It ain no faking on this end n***a)
Them n***as dissing us in songs these n***as b dying for some fame
Hell nah this ain no diss but bitch i still smoke wassaname (I still smoke that n***a ass)
You ain gon shoot that gun so boy stop flashin that(don’t even post it)
Bro just rolled a wood full of that guy you know im matchin that
Opps they throwing interceptions me and 7 catchin that
Now a n***a dead for what he said and he can't rest for that(hell nah he ain’t coming back)
Might popout in sum expensive shi
Hell nahh can't get no birkin bitch (hell nah bitch)
I been had racks n***ah since a jhit
Bro took his sack come get it bitch (come get it bitch)
4 a lil top shotta
Hell raiser Glock popper(Glock popper)
Bro em be shootin fa fun yall keep postin dem guns dat'll get ya block shot up(block shot up)
Beat a n***a ass before i run i dont need no gun pops raised a dondada (Dondadaaa)
556s to da head They’ll leave a n***a dead dez bitches real heart stoppers(real heartstoppers gang)
I dont do dat talkin on da net I dont get into dat(into dat)
Catch meh on da block wit them members dont try spinning dat (or we gon knock that bitch down)
Cause when you send them n***as this on bro i ain gon send em back(I ain't gon send them fucking back)

I Ain't gon send them back
Fuck n***a I ain't gon send them back

And thats On Gang!

Fuck n***as know how we rockin man (on the guys)

From the 5 to the 12 man (FUCK A N***A)

Fuck the opps man we is the opps (man)
Fuck wrong with n***as
(bow bow bow)

Let me finish my adlibs

(Rest up leeke Rest up Ackafool) I got more shit to say GANG fuck you n***as we done Gang