Gang Shit

Ooh, Sam, killed it Yes, sir Gang, gang Gang shit, bitch, we known to shoot a hundred shots If we miss, then you know we bout to spend a block I got a fetish just to see a pussy nigga drop I don't want your leg, bitch, I'm aiming at your top Take a trip to your city just to set up shop In the middle of the street screaming, f*ck the opps I'm a fool, but I'm brazy when I got the Glock 30 on the bottom blowing niggas out they socks Told myself I don't really want to do this rapping But I got tired of taking trips, thinking that I'm trucking Heard them rapping niggas funny, all them niggas acting I'm from Detroit, we don't do too much capping Eastside seven mile where we say what's Bracken 82's headbanging, bitch, you know what's happening Told you I be talking shit every time I'm rapping Want the blueprint to the world to buy, then I'm hacking Aye, with that nigga Draco on I don't know, he's been tripping lately since he's coming home State he burning woods, again, never leave that gun at home Catch me with the game, but you know I always run it alone Hit your bitch, got you lurking on her Facebook Yeah, you deep or hurt, but with me, you be too shit This the game, all you gotta do is come look Hitting on the dog shit, basically just straight prick Keep it real, say these bitches ain't for everybody How the f*ck did Psalm see the reason that I caught a body Bitch, I'm lying, cause that bitch know how I drop body Text the devil, tell him he a bitch, he the good copy You a bitch, nigga Take a nigga slip and knock that nigga top off I don't give a f*ck where I'm at, still gonna get off 4-5, tucked inside these black polo drawers If that bitch ain't stuffing these scripts, time ain't gonna get lost Gang shit, I ain't taking shit from no man If I can't f*ck your bitch, sister, my love broke in Hood nigga, I don't believe in that romance Drake can take you out if you really wanna slow dance Cold nigga like the simmer, make the fake work God gifting in your hood, they say I'm walking legendary Now get your f*ck rolling up, purple and blonde leather Now I'm getting money like my name Jake and Anger Tell my bitch I won't shoot, but I need his money Diamonds sitting in my ear looking like the water running Gang shit, tell me what you niggas taking from me Better have your mama when my little nigga dumping I ain't even got Lalo Self made, don't nothing move around me unless I say so I got the 40 and I'm Draco with the Draco Chillin' when it's hot and murder weapon, so it's cage closed