(Brutal Money)
Them niggas, on the, hey
[DaBoii]
Niggas trollin' on the 'net, nigga, you ain't did that
Them niggas grievin' over niggas still ain't get back
Let off fire on that side, we the BTA gang
You ain't tryna nail somethin', nigga, then you can't hang
I grew up without my father, all I know is gangbang
Nigga, free my brother Mitchell, we be on the same thing
[DaBoii]
He was thinkin' with his dick, so I put the bitch on him
Niggas still shootin' semis? Nigga, put a switch on it
They ain't pat me in that club, what, you don't see the stick pokin'?
I ain't puttin' up my hands, dumb bitch, the wrist frozen
I heard niggas white-flaggin', nigga, let me find out
When they get me in that room, nigga, what you talkin' 'bout?
Ruth Chris, tip the waiter, bring the steak and prawns out
Oh, and the crib so big, niggas think it's Bron house
Every day, I'm sauced up, mix the 'Preme with the Amiris
I'm sick in the head, can't nobody come and cure me
Yeah, they label me a rapper, in the streets, niggas fear me
I ain't goin' out like them, on the gang, do you hear me?
It's a war outside, better keep your head on
I'm forever reppin' 2s 'til I'm with my dead folks
Upped a hundred last week, nigga, where your bread go?
RIP the thugs, free the thugs, write it on my headstone
On the gang, nigga, yeah
[DaBoii]
Niggas trollin' on the 'net, nigga, you ain't did that
Them niggas grievin' over niggas still ain't get back
Let off fire on that side, we the BTA gang
You ain't tryna nail somethin', nigga, then you can't hang
I grew up without my father, all I know is gangbang
Nigga, free my brother Mitchell, we be on the same thing
[ZayBang]
Look, we be puttin' belt to ass, niggas tryna spank somethin'
I'm a 33 baby 'til my fuckin' day come
Daytona cost forty, brother got the Datejust
If you broke, that's your problem, you gon' have to hate us
In Kentucky with them P's, niggas still gettin' spanked
Brother said he can't function without pills and some drank
Heard his lil' cousin died, he gettin' killed if you can't
Fuck security, we gettin' in this bitch with the AR
Hundred thousand all blues and like thirty in some dubs
Throw some F's on my whip, I don't really give a fuck
I don't need nobody with me 'cause the Glock come in clutch
Made her turn my song off, now your bitch gettin' fucked
Got the hoes off the Don, now they turnt to the max
If it's nine niggas with me, then it's ten niggas strapped
You can't push up on this whip, I'm tryna leave a nigga flat
Young niggas gettin' money and they tryna catch a hat
Niggas trollin' on the 'net and you ain't even did that
[DaBoii]
Niggas trollin' on the 'net, nigga, you ain't did that
Them niggas grievin' over niggas still ain't get back
Let off fire on that side, we the BTA gang
You ain't tryna nail somethin', nigga, then you can't hang
I grew up without my father, all I know is gangbang
Nigga, free my brother Mitchell, we be on the same thing
On the gang, nigga
[DaBoii]
Niggas trollin' on the 'net, nigga, you ain't did that
Them niggas grievin' over niggas still ain't get back
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