4 DA GANG

I'm going in I'm facing up Yea they think ima rookie I play my role I stay discreet Most of these niggas pissy Learning to wear my crown A nigga get closer to royalty I Tighten up on my circle Nigga I'm closer to loyalty You niggas soft in the clutch Lil bitch you talkin too much Yea I advise you to hush Not acting different bitch You teaching me just how to handle you To deep in feelings bitch Can't let yo ASS control my attitude Texaco in Atlanta Two Cars Both Strapped With The Hamma He squeeze I squeeze, you banana Call it a split The way he hit I hit Divide yo bandana Ain't dickin shit We move to quick And it ain't shit We can't handle Me and Derro just like Durk and lil baby we in the city (We in the streets) But nigga not Fa free And naw We ain't 4tf bitch we 323 Lose yo life you mention me Hit the lights if they too deep They got foolie sliding round With 2 pipes like he going skiing Pitti starting to sound Just like Pooh shiesty toting the glizzy (BLUR) He strapped You strapped let's do a hit I tell my niggas (SURE) This thick lil bitch Sickin on my dick But she so insecure And I can't lie It ain't no puttin them poles up Unless a nigga sliding in Miami Wit them door off Bottle service On the yacht wit my roe Dawg Ain't stopping shit My niggas eattin Bitch I done told y'all...