Concussions

Lyrics

[Intro] Gang Young Street Nigga Young Street Nigga Young Street Nigga Gang (Gang) Woah, woah, woah [Verse] Since I fucked the game up, they tryna fuck my name up You call the police if you want, but you know they can't tame us My old hoes hate my new ways 'cause I came up We're old poles weak as new bodies bitch we dangerous My rich bitch make a broke bitch get a change up We cut her up, left the paramedics picking brains up We got the chain and we got the things get a change up The white shit I searched for make the fiends veins blow up I walk mad as my designer, I got mix matched route