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Дата выпуска: 31.12.2016
Возрастные ограничения: 18+
Язык песни: Английский
I Hang |
Aye, gang, gang, gang |
Out west 290 shit, bitch, you know how I’m rockin', nigga |
Aye, turn up some more, turn it all the way up |
DY Krazy |
Real street nigga, straight gang shit |
Aye, No Hooks Part 2, bitch, out west shit |
Gang, aye |
I hang with drug dealers, I run with young killers |
Hopped out, grabbed my gun, then I broke down me a Swisher |
Run off with that work, he done fucked with the wrong nigga |
He gon' get kidnapped, he gon' get gift wrapped |
If she gets lots of me, you won’t get your bitch back |
I wear designer shit, but it’s always mix-matched |
I’ll probably get fired later if I took a piss test |
When these bullets penetrate, they burnin' through your flesh |
I’m a Young Street Nigga, I hang with oldhead killers |
They’ll slice your face, Buck 50 giver |
I’ma Hennessy drinker, fuck up my liver |
A question for these rappers, why y’all so bitter? |
I’m a shark in the water, get out my river |
I’m a fuckin' extorter, I’ll rob those niggas |
Might be fuckin' your daughter, probably fucked her sister |
I’m a stone dick giver, so she want my swiller |
Strawberry ice cream, bucket seats vanilla |
Saks Fifth shoppin' hard, I don’t shop at Villa |
Vince Carter, I’m dunkin' hard, I shit on niggas |
She got my dick on hard, the way her ass jiggle |
Got two bitches with me, feeling like Malcom in the Middle |
You sneak dissin' to these hoes, you using the pillow |
Gave her a X pill, she thought it was a skittle |
I’m at your house with my tool like Bobby the Builder |
Big MACs, big straps, big impacts |
The weed so strong, I’m smoking on you, get contact |
I heard you got your chain snatched, go get your shit back |
I’m a boss, you a worker, come and get you a pat |
I bought that bitch a pair of titties 'cause her ass so fat |
You wanna book me, send a deposit, I need half on that |
If you ain’t talkin' about no guala, then I’ll pass on that |
My flow contagious, drop a beat, I’ll leave a rash on that |
I got panorama for the roof, I put some glass on that |
And when I rap, I speak the truth, I’m always bringin' facts |
You got a tender head, bullet swing through naps |
Can’t get no sleep in the trap, I just take cat naps |
He must think we cool, he wants some dap |
Marble floor living room, marble floors in the trap |
40 Glocks up the broom, turn your ass to a shroom |
All I hang with is goons, all these niggas some crunes |
I got my trunk in the front, so my engine go zoom |
You hit that bitch from the front, I hit that pussy with moves |
This a power for two, knock you right out your shoes |
You get this shit confused, fuck around make the news |
Gang |