Commission - Neek Bucks, Cory Gunz

If you ain’t one of mine, I ain’t fuckin' with you niggas

I’m still posted in the trenches with the drip that’s sendin' hitters

Not to mention my niggas been in commission for a minute

Talkin' bread was your intentions

You ain’t gang, you ain’t my nigga

Talkin' 'bout touchin' mine like, «Pull the trigger, that boy finished»

If you tuck in my trill, that boy a million dollar nigga

Yeah, we still in the field, a nigga playin', we gon' hit 'em

Them my niggas for real

Yeah, H4 we in the building

Lot of gang shit, gang

I will never testify

How the fuck am I gon' ever look my brothers in the eye?

And they got my lil' nigga, I’m screamin' «fuck the other side»

Still a nigga momma cry

I been dreamin' homicide

Get some work and hit the road

It’s so much love for my niggas

That nigga Banko killed like 50 since he touched, that’s my nigga

And I’m involved in any tension that’s involvin' my niggas

When they was broke, shit, I was broke

And I was starvin' right with 'em

Lot of gang shit

Kinda far ahead from all the shit that you on

Just been jumpin' out that foreign in that new Saint Laurent

And got your bitch all on my dick, I asked her what shoes she want

I gotta do it 'cause these niggas want me broke and not on

I gotta ball, baby

No foldin' up, I’m standin' tall, baby

We left them out, we brought the small 80

Ay, fuck them bitches, dog, they all shady

Gang

A lot of gang shit

All this sucker shit, I just been standin' above

Different bucket 'round this time, shit, we ain’t showin' no love

Spent some time away from the homies, I been focusin' up

And got some bitches in the talkin' 'bout openin' up

If you ain’t one of mine, I ain’t fuckin' with you niggas

I’m still posted in the trenches with the drip that’s sendin' hitters

Not to mention my niggas been in commission for a minute

Talkin' bread was your intentions

You ain’t gang, you ain’t my nigga

Talkin' 'bout touchin' mine like, «Pull the trigger, that boy finished»

If you tuck in my trill, that boy a million dollar nigga

Yeah, we still in the field, a nigga playin', we gon' hit 'em

Them my niggas for real

Yeah, H4 we in the building

Lot of gang shit

If you ain’t one of mine, I ain’t fuckin' with you niggas

I’m still posted in the trenches with the drip that’s sendin' hitters

Not to mention my niggas been in commission for a minute

Talkin' bread was your intentions

You ain’t gang, you ain’t my nigga

Talkin' 'bout touchin' mine like, «Pull the trigger, that boy finished»

If you tuck in my trill, that boy a million dollar nigga

Yeah, we still in the field, a nigga playin', we gon' hit 'em

Them my niggas for real

Yeah, H4 we in the building

Lot of gang shit

Not done