BGS (Babygangsoldiers)

Lyrics

[Intro: Lil House Phone & Nedarb] Don't start all the way from the beginning I am Okay, you did? I'ma do it Yo (Sketta) Did you delete the last one I just did? Nah (Yo, ayy) (I been flexin', obviously) I like the intro you did on the last one (In my car, a pocket tee, whoa) Keep that one Ayy, look I been flexin', obviously In my car, a pocket tee I been flexin', obviously In my car, a pocket tee [Verse 1: Lil House Phone] I been flexin' obviously In my car, a pocket tee Ball like I'm Charles Barkley I got that guap, it's all on me I been flexin' obviously In my car, a pocket tee I ball like I'm Charles Barkley Whoa, yeah Tell them niggas keep on hatin' 'cause it ain't no stoppin' me Pull up on 'em with that mask on like we dressed for Halloween Keep my dick up in some Dickies, I don't fuck with Robin jeans I came with a couple shooters, don't you think 'bout robbin' me I been sniffin' so much blow and fuckin' hoes like Charlie Sheen And your bitch gon' hit my line cause you didn't pipe her properly You ain't poppin' bitch, we pop up with them sticks like hockey team Told a bitch this gang of shit, twenty K's for toppin' me I don't like to rap 'bout guns, I don't keep no Glock on me I might beat a nigga ass and I might stomp out all on his teeth I been grinding for a minute, nigga, all I got is me And my jacket FTP, bitch ain't no Vlone on my team [Verse 2: Auntie AJ] Ain't no hoes up on my team Texas nigga don't sip lean I might slide up on your scene With pussy juice all on my jeans I'm from the grove, baby Know I gotta keep that thang on me But you don't know what I won't show I'll pull it out and I'm gon' squeeze Bop that nigga if he sneeze You know I don't play no games When I shoot, don't even aim When I aim, I aim for brains Turn that nigga to a stain Blow his face and take his rank I go too hard up in the paint Let me chill and smoke this dank You can't sit with THD My nigga, what you want some fans? Bitch, you can't do a song with me Because I only fuck with gang I don't care about your fans And I don't care about your name All I care about is money, pussy, weed, like I'm Lil Wayne I start my car, roll a blunt I hit the street, I'm switchin' lanes He copped a bar, he tried to stunt I had to leave that nigga stained Leave dead and I'm alive And you can't do a single thang I know it's sad, but it's okay Niggas die like every day I been laughin' to the bank I do shit that niggas can't I'm bendin' hoes over the sink She got good brain But she don't think Give her bars and watch her faint I'm rubbin' hoes, I'm never sane Twelve come in, I'm lookin' blank Bitch, I ain't got shit to say [Verse 3: Black Kray] I been throwin' my money like that Got crossed up with ten racks Then I slid off with my slatt Foreign coupe, you know that I'm Black Damn, you ain't on that You can't correlate with my past My gang sad but you knew that Young thugs hustle for them racks Corner to corner around the clock The gang on go, and that's on top The gang on go, so that's on go And that shit is goin' on And I'm thinkin' 'bout goin' on Come out the bank, my fetty on me Yeah, you know my fetty long I'm on top and ain't no stoppin' that [Verse 4: TRiPPJONES] Gang on go, bitch, you already know You wanna see me dead like Carlito We X to the O like Tic-Tac-Toe Bring you on, gotta switch that flow Bitch on dick, I know (I know) I just wanna get that dough (I know) I don't say a lot (Nah) I stay to the cold Pussy boy, try to take the sauce Like a ravioli Wanna doubt me in the streets? Well you know, I ain't your homie Peddle the pack then I'll put it in quick She said my dick on some LA Gear shit Need bread like Ellen DeGeneres, bitch Need bread like Ellen DeGeneres, bitch, yeah [Verse 5: La Goony Chonga] Tryna disrespect me But I never ever worry If the money 'round at night You know I get it in a hurry Get the money, count it out I'm only worried 'bout the fortunes On vacations gettin' paid I'm fuckin' lightin' up his torches LGC, baby, came with a clique Ms. Oh-My-God-I-Go-So-Hard Fuck around, have a bitch fit Get real pissed quick if my cash don't come in large I be goin' in like again and again On your bitch wish list, you wanna be my friend Pockets on fat, never cash clampin' Time is money and my time well spent [Verse 6: Rozz Dyliams] Doctor Dylan dealing death You catch a hot one, catch your breath I'm off the chiz, I'm all depressed I'm off the shits and all possessed I'm pathologic, pimp, and scatalogic Now I'm talking shit And if the price is right I gaslight And get it while the task scoutin' I gotta keep a band in my Gorilla Cut, I convalesce I coalesce and I converge a virgin merging and invest Roll up in that slab like an autopsy medical session My profession get the bands and make you nervous without question Fuck flexing clothes, I pay my friends 500 bucks a month To keep around like eighty thousand in a safe for when I want it When I need it, I have superseded those who do not get me Y'all continue, do whatever damage you want to your kidneys [Verse 7: Brennen Savage] You can call me Santa Claus Runnin' with the sack I'm posted with a pack Take a loss and make it back I'll be blacked out, not maxed out Goin' dumb from it Pinky to the thumb I'ma put it in her ***** Run off real quick I'ma ghost me some molly I got those I'ma feed you like a host I got no time if you less than a dime I got no rhymes for you if you ain't my slime Let it go [Verse 8: Nedarb] Young ass Ned in the club But I'm feelin' sneak (Feelin' sneak) I'm a dad, I feel my family, so she's feelin' me (Feelin' me) Psyche, bitch, I ain't got no time for fuckin' hoes (Nah) Shoulda hit me up a year ago was sucking toes (Oh my God, rare) Oh shit, I ain't got no time for fuckin' rollin' I feel like Marvin Gaye, all I got is fuckin' soul (I got soul) Real shit, I ain't goin' back to where I was (Nah) I was doin' every fuckin' drug with my cuz (Cocaine) I'm the same pretty bitch, don't care about no buzz Shout out Chavo, you're the only thing I fuckin' love (My baby) I'm in the club, bitch, I feel like 50 Cent (I'm in the club) Off a fifth of fuckin' Henny, bitch, I'm feelin' bent (I been drinkin') I'm sca- uh, ah, oh my God, rare (Do our outro, shout out then our outro) Yo, shout out myself