Onna Gang

Shit, I'ma name this shit onna gang nigga 'Cause, nigga, everything I'm saying nigga, that's on gang nigga Just 'cause you got yo ass a gun, that don't make you a gangster Ole bad ass lil' boy, I'll give you a spanking I know some niggas want me dead, I be keeping 'em patient Keep taking pictures with all them hammers, ain't beating no cases Load them clips up with gloves, I ain't leaving no traces I'll leave up out this earth before leaving a statement F*ck with us, yeah just know you're beefing with Haitians We ride around with baby K's onna special occasion Lil' bitch I'ma dog, but a lion at heart You know that shit gon' come to light, you can't hide in the dark And you can't get up in this whip, catch you riding a BART And you don't mean shit you Tweet but be typing it hard And everytime I hit a bitch, it be from behind When they had me in that cell, I was beefing with time Nah nigga, I don't rap,just speaking my mind DaBoii for President, bitch I'm freeing the guys Keep on talking out your neck, that shit funny as f*ck I'm finna pull up on your sister and bust me a nut I'm not familiar with no manners or no hometraining You the best liar of the year with all that bold facing I'm just tryna touch a B and I got no patience If you owe me pay me in full nigga, no payments I ain't arguing with niggas I be close casing Boy I been about my chicken I be BoJanging SOB RBE we the most hated Keep praying on our downfall, you gon' hate it Ain't no seeds in this P nigga, no bacon Disrespectful lil' boy, you's a no David Mouth on blingy bling, your bitch want my Jimmy Dean Nigga you don't really want beef, you a chilli bean Labels calling, ringy ring Ride me, silly thing Lying bitch keep claiming I'm her lover, must be Billy Jean And it's 200 on this dash, valet I'm parking at It's still a mystery, can't remember where my heart was at Where my target at? Z lock with me and I'm sparking that You talk behind my back, I take your bitch Her back? She arching that I keep that mufucking .40 And you don't want no problems with that deuce deuce I'ma young wild nigga wit an old soul 90's baby, middle fingers to the new school I'm bad with keys, just push the start and it go vroom vroom He claim he up but in his pockets ain't no blue clue This .40 go bang this .45 go boom boom Bip Tune reminiscing gone too soon Why I'm so fucked up in the head, I wish I knew the answer Bitch lock that phone up in that purse 'cause ion do the cameras Hand me some hundreds, that ain't blue then I'm throwing a tantrum If I can't pour up with that Sprite I'ma go with the Fanta I got some demons in my gang your gang full of jabronies And I ain't popping out a pill, I'ma smoke me some Dobie Its 3 peons in your whip, Roly, Poly, and Oly Leave a hole up in your whip, now you're holy and moly Onna gang