No Hook - Bandgang

This bitch trippin' think she off them bars

This nigga sweats jumping curbs fucking up the cars

Fucking up the arts tearing up the yard niggas talking crazy but we shooted up

there with the stars

Feeling good like I starve bitch I’m living good big cribs by the woods

somewhere out the hood

Looking down on you broke niggas made it to the top from the bottom on our own

nigga

There’s levels to this shit, see the bezel and shit?

To have sex with a bitch gotta' schedule and shit

If you want me to bitch I can bless you and shit

But you ain’t gotta' tell people being extra and shit

from the Rollie to the mattress

Up the road now she on me man this bitch an actress

Finessed the ham man I’m called for 35 backers

He ain’t studied math dummy shoulda' learned factors

Hoes see me out get to pointing like a cactus

Killas' on the block posted ready for that action

Bought a half zip you know bro finna match it

I ain’t gon' deny it man this rapping shit a passion

It’s Maserati broke nigga, I’m back at it

And if that nigga owe me funds I hid in his attic

Acting tragic black masking flyer than Aladdin

I finessed em' playing games like I made Madden

Tell them shoot me when they see me, if not then shut it

Sweats iced the Rollie saying that the city flooded

Where you parking where your picture where your jeweler at?

Chopper a midget, don’t believe me where your ruler at?

Oh your phone dead?

Well we got chargers

Can’t forget the bitch nigga listen we fly em' in from Cali tell Gang Squad we

good

We ain’t mean harm we just tryna' protect our shit

So we been on this 40 with a scope

Saw them I was soaking

Where them whips and them bikes getting old I need a boat

Gucci rims, 4G Autos too you do a float

these brand new whips like we the Pope nigga!

(We them niggas)

Hard wood chopper like a gym floor

Slice a nigga up like Kimbo

Big Pun like a blocka go bloom blocking hit em two times and lets do it on them

Waka Flockas

Fiends calling, I ain’t even touched they state long SK with the knife like I’m

cutting steak

All black 760 on them dinner plates white buffs black buffs bitch we don’t

discriminate

Ok, my niggas ok bring freak hoes to the room let em' rotate

Plugged in, I can get you the Jose robbing in my robbing jeans my car look like

I saved the day

Slide through on ya’ll niggas with extended K’s and pull right off in that

Monte off training day

Gotta hit mouth packages candidate both for 50 bitch now it’s time to celebrate

I’m still tripping on niggas I heard I do it swell

And bitch I hustle like Lonnie I’m talking buy and sell

Lost a buffs but ain’t tripping shit I was high as hell

Third pair on these broke boys I might as well

Bro in sweats be them niggas riding the coupes

And me and pay be them niggas tripping in Gucci shoes

If I ain’t hit her he hit her come on you know the rules

And I ain’t nigga making news

Big money, and please don’t forget the BandGang nigga

ShredGang we 60 deep we tote things nigga

Every whip extended clip it ain’t a game nigga blue red bookbag it change the

game nigga

But I’m off that let’s get this money

Giuseppe soles stepping got a nigga walking funny

5 chains on, ghetto all these bitches on me Tru jeans, napping jeans jogging

fit it’s all on me

BandGang ShredGang bitch nothing but monsters how the fuck you niggas gon' try

to rob the robbers

I was fucked up, so I had to play the middle

You a lil nigga boy your bag too little aye!

You can check my resume, Microsoft Office

I should win The Biggest Loser got them pounds off me

I got 20 in these robbins fuck some true Jordans

Finessed the ham and I got an extra 5 on em'

ReRocked em, got an extra 5 out em'

Extended clip so I got an extra 9 out em'

killas' yep pussy should’ve bought a bigger chopper DD popped the trunk our

turn watch the chop holler

I’m connected everywhere like a hot spot

Buffs marble I’m a walking kitchen counter top

Snatch D’s I’ma put em’on the chop and block

Pimp my ride too turn yo Hummer to a drop top

Ain’t a nigga and his bitch taking shit off my face

Catch me slipping better broke me you ain’t hitting the safe

557 six’s you can talk that shit

I ain’t got one but bitch I could’ve bought 10 whips

Said she got a nigga her boy a ham sandwich

so if I don’t hit the bitch then I’m lacking

Whip cost an extra 5 I ain’t wanna' drive standard

I ain’t dropping hoes off make the bitch catch a taxi

All these hoes get excited when they see us in public

All these niggas get angry when they see us stunting

Dick suck when they see us walk away they mumbling

You ain’t know nothing aye ya’ll niggas' is bluffing aye

I make music for the block bleeders Glock squeezers

And this band life shit ain’t gon' stop neither

I know the cops see us, tryna' lock my people cause' we them niggas making

noise like a buzzer beater