Gangerski
Yeah, that's stro (Big stro, nigga)
Yeah, yeah
We don't do content, shh
Run it up times ten, shh (Yeah)
I'm four pockets filled, pshh
That bitch got bad lip fillers (You know that)
Scuffs all on my brand new Ricks, I'm tryna make them feel vintage
I'm with bro in Oakland city, these niggas scared of real trenches (Come on now)
Yeah he gang, but he ain't Ganger, I wouldn't split my pill with 'em (I wouldn't split my pill with 'em)
These niggas don't even steal the stake, we was tryna make a meal with 'em (Tryna make a meal with 'em)
Might call you twin, your opps, my opps, I promise I'm gon spin with you (Swear to God)
I hit that bitch, her bestie too, I fucked up they whole friendship (Fucked up they whole friendship)
I'm throwing fours and pourin' fours, you know I can't be fucked with
I hit the club through the special door, you ain't even know it opened (Ah)
I went flat broke so many times, couldn't tell 'cause I ain't show it (Nah)
I'm such a fucking rockstar, man, it's rips in all my clothing
The gang that's tatted on me responsible for your dead homie
These niggas good at internet thuggin', think they would tell on me (Think these niggas might snitch)
I'm sittin' first class with dope in my bag, they sayin' I smell funny
I'm killin' the game it's all on camera, I need me a bail bondsman
CBF dot W, my young niggas shakin' some' (My young niggas shakin' some')
10k? That's play money, I'll buy yo baby some' (We the biggest in the world, nigga)
Buy pints, we drank junkies, 'bout to pour me a eight or some'
I spread so many blue hunnids, look like I'm neighborhood chalk
Shit, I'll be back in the morning, nigga, just tell me how much you want it (Just tell me how much you want it)
You know these bags are strong, you break, you buy, you bust it open (You want that what?)
I think I needa hang up posters with a reward, my swag was stolen (Yeah)
He wanted to split a ??? I pulled up and served him half an Oprah
Stuff twenty thou' in skinny pants, I call that a Harriet Tubman (Bee, bee)
My bitch be mad when I hit that ho, no cap, 'cause she ain't nothin'
Imma pop my shit like Baby, 'cause this outfit thirty six hundred (I'm poppin' my shit like Baby money)
Heart fall in the club, with like so many killers, these bitches be scared to touch me (Ha)
Give me some head, get lucky
Give me some head, get lucky (Bitch)
Give me some head, get lucky, bit'
Give me some head, get l
Give me some head, get lucky (Yeah)
Yeah, Give me some, huh, yeah
I want your friend, you buggin'
Girl, I know you want this sex for money (Yeah)
No lie, this shit feel like a movie scene, I'm fuckin' her, sweaty and muggy (Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh)
I get up off drugs and forget who I am, I'm thinkin' I'm Justin Timber' (I'm thinkin' I'm Justin Timber')
I take like a zip out of all of his bags, that nigga wasn't paying attention (That nigga wasn't paying attention)
I makin' these charts for the city, I'm really the hardest nigga (I swear to God)
On drugs like my auntie Beverly, Imma pour up some syrup, on the Grammy
These niggas so broke, they crashin' (They know, they know)
I'm gettin' too high, man, fan me
This bracelet ain't called Big Latto, but I'll rip it out the plastic
Give me some head, get lucky (Yeah)
Bitch, give me some head, get lucky, ho
Yeah, give me some head, get lucky (Pssh)
Give me some head, get lucky, bitch
Give me some head, get lucky
Give me some head, get lucky
The biggest
C-B-F dot W (The only, the finest)
Young niggas shakin' some' (The Ganger number one, ski, gang)
Gang, gang, gang
One of the biggest foes on earth though, know what I'm sayin'? 4PF, CBF dot W, Can't be fucked with, man, This shit for this shit five life
This shit for life though, you know what I'm saying?
Don't get this shit confused, man
Don't get none of the humbleness confused
Gang, gang
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