Association

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah [Chorus] I don't associate with all the lame shit Niggas straight cap, ain't affiliated with gang shit Niggas straight cap, we ain't on the same shit Pull up with the mob, pull up and bang shit Put 'em on the run, nigga tried to gang Put 'em on the run, turned to a stain Up on exotic, damn my strain (Exotic) Play with my money, nigga yo fault Spending that money, I like to go ball Stacking that money, I stack it up tall When it's time to ride, I know who to call I put a slimey-ass goon on your head Clear out the store, bitch we like to pop tags Up in the function, I'm geekin' on gas We gon keep it goin', and keep it on track When I wake up (Wake up) I go get that pack and bake up (Bake up) My bitch is a ten with no makeup (Makeup) On bakеry, shit got my cake up (Cake up) I'm comin' in won't give a hеads up (Nah) Pull up get to sprayin', I'm fed up (Fed up) You mess with me, ya fucked up (Fucked up) Ya slide on me, I clutch up (Clutch up) Ya hatin' on me 'cause I got up (I got up) I got shooters who wanna see blood (See blood) Fill my cup up with more dirty mud Don't you try to act like we was buds (Nah) They never was fuckin' with us (They never) Told 'em don't ever count me out (Don't do it) Never too much, I pay the amount (Amount) In the mosh we rock out, we shout (Clayco on the beat) (Yeah) I'm the one and I can come vouch (Let's go, let's go) [Chorus] I don't associate with all the lame shit Niggas straight cap, ain't affiliated with gang shit Niggas straight cap, we ain't on the same shit Pull up with the mob, pull up and bang shit Put 'em on the run, nigga tried to gang Put 'em on the run, turned to a stain Up on exotic, damn my strain (Exotic) Play with my money, nigga yo fault Spending that money, I like to go ball Stacking that money, I stack it up tall When it's time to ride, I know who to call I put a slimey-ass goon on your head Clear out the store, bitch we like to pop tags Up in the function, I'm geekin' on gas We gon keep it goin', and keep it on track When I wake up (Wake up) I go get that pack and bake up (Bake up) My bitch is a ten with no makeup (Makeup) On bakery, shit got my cake up (Cake up) I'm comin' in won't give a heads up (Nah) Pull up get to sprayin', I'm fed up (Fed up) You mess with me, ya fucked up (Fucked up) Ya slide on me, I clutch up (Clutch up) Ya hatin' on me 'cause I got up (I got up) I got shooters who wanna see blood (See blood) Fill my cup up with more dirty mud Don't you try to act like we was buds (Nah) They never was fuckin' with us (They never) Told 'em don't ever count me out (Don't do it) Never too much, I pay the amount (Amount) In the mosh we rock out, we shout (Clayco on the beat) (Yeah) I'm the one and I can come vouch