Lyrics

Aye gang
Grab that switch N close that doe
We ain worried bout no cases
Man this shit all onna flo
Saw ah quarter mill N countin
I ain let it change me tho
Still can drop sumn onna chain
But I been livin dangerous bro
Whatchu think this banga fah
This .556 gon hang em up
Lets be for real these nighas bitches
They not what they claimin bruh
But I been gettin back to da basics
Lotta shit been lame as fuck
Ain wonna do it but just face it
Lot of them cant hang with us
Bro gon hit
Da way he split his wig
U think he sprayin spritz
He ain play football
But he play ball
So all he know is blitz
Micro draco
It 9s but im gon buy that bitch sum tits
Fuck ah fake hoe
I like mine for real I like da way it sit
U cant come around me nigha
Heard u fuck round with da opps
Thats his cousin but its fuck em
I told lil bro go tap his top
We stay on go
Da only time we stop is when we spin
N see ah opp windows drop
180 onna dash
This not yo average car
Aye who is them nighas right thea
Onnat car.. Onnat car onnat car
(Gunshots)
Aye gang
Grab that switch N close that doe
We ain worried bout no cases
Man this shit all onna flo
Saw ah quarter mill N countin
I ain let it change me tho
I still can drop sumn onna chain
But I been livin dangerous bro
Whatchu think this banga fah
This .556 gon hang em up
Lets be for real these nighas bitches
They not what they claimin bruh
But I been gettin back to da basics
Lotta shit been lame as fuck
Ain wonna do it but just face it
Lot of them cant hang with us
We playin ring around rosey
I been tryin not to spin
Cant get caught up cuz its stolen
Ain have time to swap da VIN
I was buyin pounds N losin pounds
I put that onna fin
I took loses after loses
I just took it onna chin
Lets make ah toast
Cuz we ain broke
Remember back when we was kids
Lets celebrate
Da real N fake
Cuz thats what made me who I'm is
I miss my daddy
He was late
But I forgive em what he did
I was high as fuck
Off pills N drank
Da ceiling was my bed
Written by: Jaelin Curry
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