Gang Only

Lyrics
[Intro: TrDee] Shooter on tip, a wrong move might just (Ooh, it's BlueStrip, baby) [Verse 1: TrDee] Shooter on tip, a wrong move might just end the game And I'm not worried about your's, he ain't got no aim Bitch, I always show up in the clutch, kinda feel like Dame I don't get it, if that's yo bitch, why she give me brain? You thought that I would give a fuck but I ran out of those This the third time in that fit, he ain't got no clothes Dawg always ask him where they at, he ain't got no hoes We was hitting every Walmart till we ran out of stores [Verse 2: StanWill] We'll pull up sparking ARPs out the SUV Say it's up, I put it on the floor, I just can't let you be All that talking spicy, when I catch you, I can't let you speak Like shut up, huh I bе riding 'round with that shit, need to wipe my ass Walking in the bank, I'm like, shit, this look likе my stash Think I'm finna wrestle in this bitch? He gon' fight my MAG We be labbed up through this bitch like it's science class [Verse 3: TrDee] You be booed up with a freak, what a fucking clown Feel like a king, Neptune, where my fucking crown? Only fucking if you fuck the team so I hope you down Bitch got a lake between her legs, tryna make me drown Why you talking all that big money but ain't got it? Feel like Jalen Green 'cause I'm in Houston with a rocket If you catch me riding with the bitch then I popped it You a hall of fame capper, nigga, please stop it [Verse 4: StanWill] You can only catch me where the gang at Cut into yo bitch like, "Where that brain at?" Fully on the bop, ain't gotta aim that He be munching on that bitch, I'm sick he came that Say it's beef, throw some bread on his head, now he lunch meat Hit stick in the Amirmis if he think he finna rush me All that riding on our wave, we on his head like a brush be You won't catch me in Milwaukee but I'm always where some bucks be [Verse 5: TrDee] Niggas want this and that but they ain't never got no motion Wocky in a twenty-four got it looking like it's potion Told that bitch I'm not a game, cut it out the controlling Told 'em we was finna blow, they probably thought that I was trolling Bitch caught me with her friend, I'm like, "I thought that was you" Man, it's fuck the grapevine, what you heard is not true Told the driver don't panic, keep it together like glue He was talking down till we popped up on him just like boo [Verse 6: StanWill] Buffalos icy than a bitch, got my eyes cold I got jetlag in first class, switching time zones Put my bounty hunter on yo head, you can't hide long Hope you got yo blick attached 'cause you know I got mine Dog $hit Militia, that's the gang but you know that Barking like a Pit but he a pup, boy, you ain't on that We'll take him straight up out that pape', you bet not show that Talking out his neck, I'll put the blicky where his 'fro at
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Credits
- Writers
- TrDee
- StanWill