Gang

Knicks on me Melo and Roxanne
Sticks on me like I'm in a rock band
Shawty in my trail to get me me she'll fuck the gang
Had to tell the bitch you not my only fan
Cooling kit on a tech clutching on a fan
Remember sliding in that yoda in that infin
Tater on the barrel mash it in a instant
In the streets gotta use all your senses
Chalk a nigga out leave it to forensics
Thinking shit sweet my aim game splendid
Chopping up the food then I blend it
Playing with your life I might end it
Sliding home like the 9th inning
Still got white squares in the safe house
Rolling OG smoking kush out the pound
My bitch went to Europe bright me back some pounds
I'm Russian to the pint she told me mazeltov
She sipping light but she still nodding off
Knicks on me Melo and Roxanne
Sticks on me like I'm in a rock band
Shawty in my trail to get me me she'll fuck the gang
Had to tell the bih you not my only fan
Cooling kit on a tech clutching on a fan
Remember sliding in that yoda in that infin
Tater on the barrel mash it in a instant
In the streets gotta use all your senses



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Writer(s): Owayne Cranston
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