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(Oh, yeah, Sam, that bitch right here go hard) (Iceberg want a bag, bitch) Ayy, I'm tryna block out the shade I throw on Cartier frames, sip codeine get laid I got some hoes in the telly, they all tryna fuck on the gang They screamin' my name I put the team on my back for the win, man, I'm feelin' like James I'm talkin' 'bout Bronny If we get hit at you know we got get back And we do not stop until we catch a body Ayy, ayy I think I'm extra lit 'cause I'm paid Ayy, ayy Fuck around and just keep sayin' ayy Gang, gang I don't know you if you ain't the gang Gang, gang Everybody in my gang gon' bang Ride through the city, I throw up my hoodie Ain't talkin' no Boogie but tell him come push me Only a rookie but they see the way that I ball, they think I'm a bully All of my bitches exotic, is foreign, it's borin' She gon' let me play with the ushy Come here and ush me I put it all in her tummy SongtexteBut she know what's next Hit the block drop the top and then roll off Make that Glocky my motherfuckin' road dawg I don't wanna come kick it, don't know y'all I might pull up with '62 and blow y'all Let off shots see we call that a roll call He be sleep on the block make him dose off Lamborghini, I'm takin' the doors off Let my momma skirt off in that Rover See we really took this from the floor up Flow so sick, I ain't talkin' no throw up And I heard that they hatin' but so what? This is straight out the mud, they don't know us For so long I was waitin' to blow up Feel I ain't get support from no one From that jungle, bitch, that's where I rose from Only hang with them apes and them cobras Grrt, bow, everybody been jackin' my style Grrt, bow, everybody around me go wild Grrt, bow, took some losses ain't throw in the towel Grrt, bow I'm tryna run it up ain't runnin' back to the past Oh, you thought I was done? Ayy, ayy, ayy My lil' shawty got ass And she get what she want, ayy, ayy, ayy I made Birkin her bag Nigga reach for my chain I see you been watchin' me strange Bitch, don't make me mad See 'em talk on the internet Fuck your dead homie, I said it, ain't takin' it back Hit the block drop the top and then roll off Make that glocky my motherfuckin' road dawg I don't wanna come kick it, don't know y'all I might pull up with '62 and blow y'all Let off shots see we call that a roll call He be sleep on the block make him dose off Lamborghini I'm takin' the doors off Let my momma skirt off in that Rover See we really took this from the floor up Flow so sick I ain't talkin' no throw up And I heard that they hatin' but so what? This is straight out the mud, they don't know us For so long I was waitin' to blow up Feel I ain't get support from no one From that jungle, bitch, that's where I rose from Only hang with them apes and them cobras Aus Songtexte Mania