Lyrics

[Verse 1: BandGang Javar & ShredGang Strap] I ain't robbed a nigga in a minute You remember I pulled up on rab trippin'? He had the nerve to get on Twitter in his feelings Had him scared to come home like he just got suspended Now, I like to think I'm smarter than that Feds watchin', I get five if I get caught with a strap I don't even hit the road, I got niggas for that What I look like in your bushes? I got killers for that I ain't goin' back, they gotta kill me Let Boom do my dirty work, his hands filthy Call yourself, put money on my head, come get me (Yeah) First nigga bring me dog chain, I got fifty [Verse 2: ShredGang Strap] Nigga, fuck all that loose talk Get your mama whacked for fuckin' with a big dog All that rah-rah gon' get a nigga rocked rocked Call the strap Benihana chef, this bitch'll chop chop Soul snatch a pussy nigga just for lookin' tough Yeah, my shooters iced up, they ain't lookin' rough Fuck a nigga baby mama, I ain't with the drama Smack that bitch for tryna steal the nut up out the condom God, forgive me, I set plays on a couple niggas I think they got my brother killed, but I ain't in my feelings Just know that nigga strapped up if he rollin' with us This MAC like a roommate 'cause it's stayin' with us [Verse 3: Eastside Bandz] Like Biggs, had to grab me a torch Really eatin', I ain't usin' a fork Heard he talk to the pigs, brodie Muslim, he don't fuck with the pork Got a problem, nigga? Take it to court Nigga, don't come short Need it all or it's on your head Call me petty, but I want my bread Yeah, you heard what I said Don't fuck with brodie 'cause he gone off the meds Headshots, he ain't shootin' for legs, he used to ride on the pegs [Verse 4: ShredGang Mone] Tear the crib down, he hidin', bitch, this Fortnite Caught him through the scope on the chopper, we call it foresight On the road with pills and bitches, it's tour life My bitch done turned in twenty bands just in four nights (Yeah) I wish these niggas would play with the gang 7.62s comin' out, knock a chunk out his brain Hit him with Drac', now he sayin', "That ain't nothin' the same" Big glizzy on me, I don't give a fuck 'bout a lame Lil' boo nem a magician with the stick, up it, he disappear (R.I.P) See big unc' in the room, you know them pistols near Hit the rear of his block and drop a hundred shots Niggas freezin' when it's smoke like they Poppa Dot, pussy [Outro: ShredGang Mone] Shred, Shred