RL Gang Songtext
Yo, yo, yo
(Yeah, CXTO)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Huh, what's happenin'? Blatt, come on
Hotbox, ridin' with my shooter
He ain't get off but I got off
Kel-Tec, sixty-round mag
I ain't even let this bitch let off
Hotbox, new paper tag
(Yeah, CXTO)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Huh, what's happenin'? Blatt, come on
Hotbox, ridin' with my shooter
He ain't get off but I got off
Kel-Tec, sixty-round mag
I ain't even let this bitch let off
Hotbox, new paper tag
Switch the boy up, then we take off
Ho in the video bad, huh
We on G Block, bring them thots out
Everyday, I'm gettin' pape', bring that cake out
I don't want to fuck on no ho, she want to make out
Fake war stories, don't know 'bout that bang out
I'm with Lil Yotti and the crew, we gon' hangout
RL Gang, drop a nuke just like Fallout
Call up the gang, I just dropped a new load-out
Rock out the show with the bros, this shit sold out
I'm in the party with Glock and they know that
RL Bomb Squad ready to get on that
Flat back and my Glock came with no ProMag
I put out too many hits like I'm Kodak
They think I'm sniffin' on coke, I ain't Kodak
Smackdown gang for the ho, she a gnat, gnat
Kel-Tec sixty-round sit on my sweatpants
12 pulled me over, had drugs in my jacket
Bump stock back of the chop Load a pin in the stick, when I hit, this bitch shoot automatic
I hit a ho in the trench
Pulled up in a foreign, right after I fuck, I play Madden
Penthouse, nothin' but blicks
Nigga, let's go to war, Money Gang pull up, get nasty
RL Gang got your ho in the spot doin' chores
Make the ho fuck for some Zaxbys
Know I'm a thug, yeah, that shit on my daddy
Hotbox, ridin' with my shooter
He ain't get off but I got off
Kel-Tec, sixt-round mag
I ain't even let this bitch let off
Hotbox, new paper tag
Switch the boy up, then we take off
Ho in the video bad, huh
We on G Block, bring them thots out
Everyday, I'm gettin' pape', bring that cake out
I don't want to fuck on no ho, she want to make out
Fake war stories, don't know 'bout that bang out
I'm with Lil Yotti and the crew, we gon' hangout
RL Gang, drop a nuke just like Fallout
Call up the gang, I just dropped a new load-out
Rock out the show with the bros, this shit sold out
I'm in the party with Glock and they know that
Ho in the video bad, huh
We on G Block, bring them thots out
Everyday, I'm gettin' pape', bring that cake out
I don't want to fuck on no ho, she want to make out
Fake war stories, don't know 'bout that bang out
I'm with Lil Yotti and the crew, we gon' hangout
RL Gang, drop a nuke just like Fallout
Call up the gang, I just dropped a new load-out
Rock out the show with the bros, this shit sold out
I'm in the party with Glock and they know that
RL Bomb Squad ready to get on that
Flat back and my Glock came with no ProMag
I put out too many hits like I'm Kodak
They think I'm sniffin' on coke, I ain't Kodak
Smackdown gang for the ho, she a gnat, gnat
Kel-Tec sixty-round sit on my sweatpants
12 pulled me over, had drugs in my jacket
Bump stock back of the chop Load a pin in the stick, when I hit, this bitch shoot automatic
I hit a ho in the trench
Pulled up in a foreign, right after I fuck, I play Madden
Penthouse, nothin' but blicks
Nigga, let's go to war, Money Gang pull up, get nasty
RL Gang got your ho in the spot doin' chores
Make the ho fuck for some Zaxbys
Know I'm a thug, yeah, that shit on my daddy
Hotbox, ridin' with my shooter
He ain't get off but I got off
Kel-Tec, sixt-round mag
I ain't even let this bitch let off
Hotbox, new paper tag
Switch the boy up, then we take off
Ho in the video bad, huh
We on G Block, bring them thots out
Everyday, I'm gettin' pape', bring that cake out
I don't want to fuck on no ho, she want to make out
Fake war stories, don't know 'bout that bang out
I'm with Lil Yotti and the crew, we gon' hangout
RL Gang, drop a nuke just like Fallout
Call up the gang, I just dropped a new load-out
Rock out the show with the bros, this shit sold out
I'm in the party with Glock and they know that
