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[Intro] RBE, SOB that's the gang bitch Aye, yeah, yeah yeah [Chorus: Yhung T.O] First things, first, shooter wit' me and he clutchin' Air this bitch out, ain't got time for discussions Switch whips then go chill wit' my bitch like it's nothin' But you would never know when you fuckin' wit' them suckas Can't trust hoes, I can't even trust my mainey She tell me that she love me that's a mothafuckin' shame Buffs on my face cost a mothafuckin' Range But you don't gotta pay it when you snatch 'em from a lame [Verse 1: Yhung T.O] Can someone please tell me why they hate us so bad? Why these niggas so mad? Probably 'cause yo bitch want an SOB nigga 'Cause she tired of yo ass And I'm still wit' the same niggas I was raised wit' 'Strictly Only Brothers', we be strictly on some gang shit And that's why, bitch I'm too anti I can't trust these hoes, so don't ask me why can I 'Cause she only want a nigga 'cause I'm on nigga Can somebody please tell me if I'm wrong nigga Buffed up like a strong nigga 12 years old was bustin' moves like a grown nigga You got the right nigga, but the wrong nigga Feds on the line, girl I can't be on the phone wit' ya If you ain't a loyal bitch, can't get along wit' ya If you a broke nigga, I can't smoke no strong wit' ya [Verse 2: Daboii] I don't send 'good morin' texts', I'm the nigga who receive 'em (I receive 'em) These hoes ain't shit, I'ma dog 'em and I leave 'em (Fuck that bitch) Cut a bitch off, you the nigga tryna keep 'em Prescription through the buffs, fuck niggas I don't see 'em (Bitch I'm buffed up) Aye, and what these lil' niggas mad fo'? (What you mad for?) How they feelin' froggy but ain't leap? Must be tadpoles (Nerd nigga) Keep a big clip, this bitch longer than a afro (Big gun) I'm married to that cash, fuck a bitch, I'm a asshole (Give a fuck) Black nigga wit' the Mac like Bernie (Like Bernie) Bro got the .30, he'll shoot like Curry (Like Curry) Tints on the buffs, mothafuckas get blurry (Get blurry) And niggas talkin' down, 'LOL', I ain't worried (Ain't worried) If it ain't money I ain't pickin' up my telephone (I ain't pickin' up) And how these niggas real? They get to runnin' 'round and tellin' hoes (Nerd Nigga) White frames see through fake like a telescope These bullets comin' to a nigga live like it's Periscope, gang [Chorus: Yhung T.O] First things, first, shooter wit' me and he clutchin' Air this bitch out, ain't got time for discussions Switch whips then go chill wit' my bitch like it's nothin' But you would never know when you fuckin' wit' them suckas Can't trust hoes, I can't even trust my mainey She tell me that she love me, that's a mothafuckin' shame Buffs on my face cost a mothafuckin' Range But you don't gotta pay it when you snatch 'em from a lame [Verse 3: Slimmy B] George got the chop, make you lean like a bo' sippa T.O got the stock 20, five shots fo' four niggas Knew what these streets was when a nigga dove in 'em See you broke hoes a mile away, I got ho vision Quit shootin' at the ground, tryna have a nigga toe missin' I'm up top wit' it, tryna have a nigga dome missin' If yo bitch slide, she give all head, no kissin' Thinkin' I'ma cuff, LOL, bro this ho trippin' Pause bitch, I'ma mothafuckin' dog bitch And I stay strapped like I never go in raw bitch Y'all can have a million guns, still ain't gon' spark shit Gang full of demons, ain't no nigga finna cross shit Bro's turned to fake niggas, swear I hate snake niggas Seen true colors, so this .40 have to paint niggas 7.62's for you suckas and who hang wit' 'em SOB bitch, if I'm fuckin' then the gang hittin' [Chorus: Yhung T.O] First things, first, shooter wit' me and he clutchin' Air this bitch out, ain't got time for discussions Switch whips then go chill wit' my bitch like it's nothin' But you would never know when you fuckin' wit' them suckas Can't trust hoes, I can't even trust my mainey She tell me that she love me, that's a mothafuckin' shame Buffs on my face cost a mothafuckin' Range But you don't gotta pay it when you snatch 'em from a lame