Lyrics

[Intro: Edot Babyy] Gang, gang, gang Bitch, huh, gang, gang, gang, It's Edot Babyy (Sugar Hill get the fuckin' money, man) (Beats by Yamaica Productions, baby) Hollon', gang, gang, gang, It's Edot Babyy, bitch (Hollon', wait, huh) Grrrt [Verse: Edot Babyy] Th-Th-These niggas make diss tracks 'Cause I'm running up numbers, these rappers don't get back (Bow) One hundred K on my first track (Huh) And it's four of them niggas, no need for no diss track (Bitch, gang, gang, gang) Get an opp nigga shit snatched (Huh) And that's word to the homies, these niggas don't get back And she lovin' the drip swag (Huh) It's Edot Babyy, bitch, I got big bag (Bitch, gang, gang, gang) What? You said you an opp, catch a punch Fuck all the opps, and them boys on nun' Facebook talkin', in person they run (Bow, gang, gang, gang) Huh, bitch, she wanna ride on my Draco (Huh, bitch, gang, gang, gang) It's like ten in this clip with a hang-off My brothers, they countin' them pesos (Huh, huh, look, bitch) Now gang gon' rundown, get 'em, bitch Keep me a chop, you know it's the clip Facеbook opps be chattin' that shit (Bow, bow) Ayo DThang, suck my dick (Bow, gang, gang, gang) But this ain't no diss, it's a shot that I'm sendin', lil nigga, a warning I'ma spin thru the T's with a targеt And it's fuck everybody, I'm heartless (Gang, gang, gang) 'Cause I try to kill, run up a mill' But niggas keep sayin' my name (Edot Babyy) And I try to chill, put on for the hill But these niggas talkin' on gang (Like) 15, but I did a lot of shit 14 when a nigga seen a grip (Huh, gang, gang, gang) 13, seen a nigga get clipped Better run when I'm grabbin' that grip (Huh, look) Gang, gang, gang (Bitch) [Bridge: Dee Play4Keeps] Brrrta, gang, gang, gang nigga Brrrta, look, gang, gang, gang Grrrlla [Verse 2: Dee Play4Keeps] The fuck is a DThang, gon' be-lane (Grrrlla, hah) Tell them niggas, "Come get back" (Gang, gang, gang) Hop out the V, Tana gon' squeeze (Brrra) Hit your medula or six pack (Gang, gang, gang) Run up on me, hit him with three (Hah) CBC, we move tact (Hah) Menace to society, kickin' like Riley .45, punch his whole cap (Brrrra, gang, gang, gang) Move tact, they talkin' on bro But they still ain't come spin back Lil Dotty catch his ass, he got beat with a scooter And still ain't come bend back (Ah, gang, gang, gang) Lil' nigga gon' rip back Edot with the chop, gon' rip thru his wig cap Come whine on the O, RPT, do not forget that Y'all talkin' on bro, get chopped for fun Demons pull up, pull out with a gun You speedin' real fast, that boy better rush Sha Gz ran down, but had no gun Gotta move real tact, got the knock in her purse She Gz in the back, put the car back in reverse (Huh, brrra) Pussy, look, put the car back in— Reverse The knockers around, so please do not run Y'all not on that level, y'all don't tote no guns We play with this shit, just for fun E Gz got punched, y'all ain't do nothin' E Gz got punched, y'all ain't do nothin', look, look Huh, look, look (Grrrrr) [Outro: Dee Play4Keeps] Brrrra (Brrrta) Gang, gang, gang Gang, gang, gang (Suck my dick nigga, y'all niggas not on nothin') Grrrta Sugar Hill get the fuckin' money Y'all niggas not on nothin'