Whole Gang
PËËZY, Icewear Vezzo, HBK Kidd, Overlord Scooch, Babyface Ray, Payroll Giovanni, Team Eastside Lil P
(Iced Up Records)
Yeah, twenty chains, ho, you know the wave
Rollie over bang
I've been shittin' since the Rollie days
Yacht blue and yellow, full of nuggets
look like Golden State
Same nigga used to rollerblade
Now the Rover skate
Pockets fat as fuck, need to run
My shit overweight
I'll whack a nigga over crumbs
'specially over weight 40 on me
Been done left a nigga like I'm runnin' late
I was in Miami, me and Baby
Hit the O with Face, nigga
Four pints cost me ten-some
I be always on a turn-around
Like I missed somethin'
Took my bitch to Barneys on Rodeo
Told her pick somethin'
You ain't gettin' pape'
Niggas be too busy dick suckin'
Always wanna be in first place
Fuck a runner-up (Run it)
Countin' paper all night, fuck
I gave my thumb a cut (Fuck)
I was twenty-one with twenty on me
But that's nothin' much
So, you doin' money talk? It better
Be a buck and up (Come on)
Niggas want a taste of the pies but
Can't look straight in the eyes
I'm startin' to think that you
A snake in disguise
I've been focusin', lately
I've been chasin' the skies
I keep this shit pushin'
I can get a Wraith if I tried
I'm breakin' her eyes on every
Bed in four, five, six
And give me space while I'm shootin'
If you don't got shit (Nigga)
Seen niggas gettin' money
Then they go out quick
Settin' examples for the youngins who
Don't know 'bout shit (yeah)
Westside in this bitch and the Eastside too
Your bitch a lil' spooky
How she wanna be my boo?
With prescription contacts
You can't see my crew
You fake niggas transparent
I can see right through
Servin' OT 'cause the block hot as Takis
(It's hot)
Bitch, this ain't no fuckin' stir fry
This hibachi
Did the 69 with your bitch, I ain't Tekashi
(Nope) lil' nigga, big strap
But won't no big nigga box me (Woo)
Only thirteen, I was itchin' for a body
(Body)
Few years before, I'll pull up in a hottie
Around the same time
I was stretchin' Act' with Quali'
Fast forward
Now I'm in a Wraith on Collins sippin' Wocky
(Woo) niggas hatin' on me, shit
I heard it through the grapevine (Grapevine)
Plug waitin' on me
I just gotta cross the state-line (Bitch)
Free Boss Hogg, got my nigga doin' state time
(Boss Hogg) whippin' up babies take talent
It don't take time (Boy)
The next Rollie on my wrist
(What?) , probably a forty (yeah)
A presi', lil'-ass nigga, bag heavy (Heavy)
I can do the route there
And back without a navi' (God)
Let a pretty bitch run through
The mall like her daddy
I was up, fell off, then got back again
(Got back) quit rappin', started trappin'
Tryna rap again (Now I'm back)
Puttin' miles on a Kia, tryna snatch a Benz
Sprayed the car then doubled back
Them niggas actin' dead (Fuck 'em)
They said I was the one
But I was lackin' bread
Now, I know to keep it on me
Never lack again (It's on me)
I'm sendin' P Yeezy kicks when he at the feds
She was talkin' down 'bout the gang
So I got the head
Bein' broke taught a nigga how
To live with money (For real)
Wakin' up next to hoes
Thinkin' they stealin' from me
My trust issues make me clutch pistols
When you up, they on your
Nuts, when you broke
They don't fuck with you (Bitch)
Good luck with it, boy, I know how it go
(I know how it go)
I done sold a whole brick
I done sold out a show (Sold out a show)
Water drippin' off the piece all
The way to the floor (Ice)
I make it look like I'm
Rich sellin' eighthies of blow
You either listen to them or you listen to me
(OV) snatch a big off a chicken, yeah
It's missin' a wing (Bird)
I ain't put it back together, boy
You gettin' it clean and I ain't never sold
Nobody no Michigan weed (Hah)
Did time in the joint, nigga
And I ain't goin' back (Hell nah)
Ain't 'posed to be around no felons
And I'm knowin' that (I'm knowin' that)
I'm holdin' straps while I'm throwin' craps
Wife beater on, cookin' an O of crack, boy
You know it's facts
Just made it back with two
Hundred of the finest (I'm back)
Called my Mexican and get
Two hundred on consignment (Hello?)
A's on my report card
I turned in my assignment (yeah)
Had my first crackhouse when
Niggas wore Breitling (Facts)
Bentley truck at Bossa Nova
Order some lasagna (yeah)
Spin this bitch around
I got a play at Ace of Diamonds
(I'm pullin' up)
Lookin' for the shit I'm wearin' today
You can't find it (Nope)
Three thousand for an outfit
And it ain't even Friday (Hah)
Finish up this load, then I'm done
I told Ghazi (I'm done)
Then I got another load, shit, I tried it
(My bad) twenty chains on
Couple of them bitches hidin' (yeah)
Told 'em ain't no need to
Test drive this bitch, 'cause I'm buyin' it
The shit I spit make niggas
Get up off they ass
And quit trippin' and try to
Stumble on some cash (yeah)
Used to double off of halves
Tryna bubble to a slab now, I push a coupe
Stompin' up the motherfuckin' ave (Skrrt)
I'm a Westside trafficker
You known for slappin' dirt
Run off with a front
I put you on the front and back of shirts
(Bah) you can grab a verse or
Come grab a chirp, shit, whatever works
(Whatever) bitches lay the cheddar first
Chasin' pussy never works (Never)
Born in a family where nobody had a job
You either sell dope or sell dope
You nothin' if you rob (No)
I engage in crack sales, bitch
I'm married to the mob (Mob shit)
Stacks sloppy and fat
Just a motherfuckin' slob (yeah)
I'm a diamond linker
Vacuum-sealed bag shrinker (Uh)
You a small thinker, ass kisser
Couch sleeper my clique all leaders
Trail in foreign car blinkers (yeah)
Head to the club in a dozen two-seaters
Nigga (BYLUG)
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