Lyrics

[Intro] (過去の自分と向き合う) (4) Gang, gang, gang [Verse] (Plot, then a—) Bitch tryna plot, then a bitch may die I look around 'fore I hop in the ride Pull up with sticks, yeah, we pull up with fire I love a bad bitch with thick thighs And I like when them titties poke out the side Yeah, I'm coolin' with my man's outside I'm finna walk on that block wit' that iron Yeah, we bumming, lil' nigga, don't run Hell yeah, when I shoot this shit it's gon' jump Tell these niggas watch out, man, these niggas my sons Yeah, they copy me 'cause they ain't on none This bitch swallow nut like wonton soup Skrrt off the lot after I dropped the— Skrrt off the lot after I dropped the roof And I'm out in Cali', smokin' on zoot Bitches on my dick, hoppin' in the coupe Bitches on my dick when I hop out the coupe Pssh, huh, yeah Bitch on my dick and she gon' tote the knocka Niggas talk crazy, we send them to doctor Niggas talk crazy, my niggas gon' pop you You gon' do what? My nigga, you flodgin' You was 1c, yeah, nigga was poppin'? Lil' nigga you ain't flexin', lil' nigga, just stop it Lil' niggas try and run down, nigga, we flock Gang, gang, lil' niggas try and run down, lil' nigga, we flock Yeah, we keep knock on the hip If it go down, take that shit to the chest Make one call, my niggas gon' spin Make one call, my niggas gon' spin Yeah, yeah, yeah This bitch tryna fuck, this bitch— This bitch tryna fuck, this bitch want sex If a bitch bad, I could fuck her all night Smokin' on a blunt, I don't sip dirty Sprite Cop me a zip, I'll be alright Copped me a zip, yeah, I feel fly Yeah, all night, trap all night On a ride, baby, take me on a ride On the rise, yeah, 1c, we on the rise Yeah, why? Baby, I'm like, "Why?" Finna take a hit up out the spliff, head to the sky If I got the pogo on me, niggas gettin' slimed Yeah, buck 50 nigga, get yo' face slashed on the side Pussy tryna get fucked, pull them panties to the side To the side, pull 'em to the side Pulled that nigga at that show, pulled that nigga to the side Thom Browne or the Visvim hoodie, no, I can't decide I pick the Thom Browne hoodie, yeah, four stripes on my side Yeah, four stripes on my side Niggas, they can't fuck with me, they cannot tweak with me, nah Niggas, they can't fuck with me, they can't compete with me, nah I don't even really know what you mean to me, nah I love it when I— I love it when she wear that short ass dress, yeah Lil' bitch on my dick, it don't make no sense Big 1c, I'ma throw my set Out in Vancouver and I'm shopping at Saks Bitch, I'm the plug, fly like a dove Niggas ain't use to fuck with me for none This bitch is a slut, I fuck with the sluts Niggas talkin' down, I done had enough Yeah