With the Mandem

Lyrics

[Intro] (Yo, Adb, this beat go crazy) (Yo, GG, turn it up) [Chorus: Top5] If you hang with my opps, you gon' die with 'em I be in the Woods with them Wassas, we gon' slide with 'em Baby I don't do no drive bys, I rather walk and get 'em Free my nigga FB, I did time with him Baby come and smoke Clutch, with the mandem If he ever talk sick, we gon' send him there Juicy that's my blood bro, like Flip and them We ain't stoppin' this war till we get all of them [Verse 1: Top5] She ain't with the shit for the internet Dumb bitch 5 ain't into that I walk up, give a nigga head tap Top talkin', nigga, don't check the stats How you say five? Don't get closе But me and Hunnid always off the Stenno Bad bitchеs always on commando She got a fat ass but she can't keep it on the low [Verse 2: Why G] Baby come and smoke dubs, wit' the cronem Ran through so many guns, I never sold them .40 Cal for my protection, I call it Trojan Walk inside my trap house, it look Gunjan Don't talk about no racks, you never seen a hundred He movin' bad, he got smoked, a repercussion A fifty drum it take eight minutes just to stuff it I get up close and then I bake 'em just like muffins And he don't really want no war, I think I'm Russian And he don't even got no bodies, he got nothin' I treat my brothers better than I treat my cousins Seen Wassi get his first bunskin could tell he loved it [Chorus: Top5] If you hang with my opps, you gon' die with 'em I be in the Woods with them Wassas, we gon' slide with 'em Baby I don't do no drive bys, I rather walk and get 'em Free my nigga FB, I did time with him Baby come and smoke Clutch, with the mandem If he ever talk sick, we gon' send him there Juicy that's my blood bro, like Flip and them We ain't stoppin' this war till we get all of them [Verse 3: Asian Doll] Ay, if you hangin' with them opp bitches, ay just say that I don't play that Bitches hate because I'm on it, yeah they know that Ain't met a bitch like this You ain't never seen a brick on a young bitch wrist [?] just to match my fifty [?] Bro clutching on that 30 he ready Any nigga act tough get buried [?] Sticks, Mula, AR, Steady Demons huntin' We screamin', don't trip, don't run Sixteen when I bust my gun Opp ass nigga get killed for the fun If you dissin' you gon' die See that pain up in my eye I lost niggas on that drop We put niggas in the sky If you hang, you picked your side you claim Ay this Mac ain't got no aim All these niggas want is fame So we spray, that's on gang [Chorus: Top5] If you hang with my opps, you gon' die with 'em I be in the Woods with them Wassas, we gon' slide with 'em Baby I don't do no drive bys, I rather walk and get 'em Free my nigga FB, I did time with him Baby come and smoke Clutch, with the mandem If he ever talk sick, we gon' send him there Juicy that's my blood bro, like Flip and them We ain't stoppin' this war till we get all of them