Go boy, turf wars, wet them up, surfboard.
Niggas dying over dime bags and the curse word.
Bang, bang, bang on your gang.
Gang, gang, oh, you got a chopper, too.
I got the same damn thing.
Social rag, back pocket finger.
in the air locking g to k told me venom died repping red to the boffin bitch
Nigga bang over bald headed bitches.
I've been banging for a billion in these treacherous trenches.
Check a nigga track record for you, I can wreck it.
I'm not the one to play with all the one confessors.
Never played them whole games, don't start them with me now.
When I add out, don't get caught up in the crowd.
Gay land, gay land, nigga, this gay land.
Need a Nuki Bullets, that's the reason the K-Jam.
Gangland, gangland, nigga, this gangland.
Really scoring points in these all-black spaceship.
Game land, game land, nigga, this game land.
Need to nuke your bullets, that's the reason the K-jams.
Gay land, gay land, nigga, this gay land.
Really score points in these all-black spaceships.
It's gang over you bitches if I gotta choose.
And if I ever go broke, then don't nobody move You responsible for the homies, never call it truce
Another jump on fleek, man.
Follow through.
That's the easy seven band just for walking through.
Played the bitch for a minute, I'm back to ballin' boo.
Suicidal thoughts, I never saw it through.
Here today, and I just pray I see them also.
Used to show up to the school in a heart of shoes.
Fat Dorf is on the pills, wheels poppin' blue.
Noodle with nigga Nagy, want my shot of shoot.
Off the dribble with the chopper, I ain't talking ho.
We got the Call of Duty sticks ripping through your shit.
You ain't really bout what you hollering, it's like a movie script.
Niggas thinking they Tony out here moving zip.
You ain't respected in my trenches unless you doing skit.
Gay land, gay land, nigga, this gay land.
Need a Nuki Bullets, that's the reason the K Jam.
Gangland, gangland, nigga, this gangland.
Really scoring points in these all-black spaceship.
Gangland, gangland, nigga, this gangland.
Need to nuke your bullets, that's the reason to KJF.
Gay land, gay land, nigga, this gay land.
Really scoring points in these all-black space jams.
Mozzie, pass the stick.
Let me get at these niggas.
And let that bitch Rip get rid of these niggas Y'all been out here for a minute Nigga thuggin' for a long time
I'm here first if you cross the wrong line.
I'm on time when my comrade call.
f*ck talking we gonna shoot at the mall i got a bag full of choppers right now when the
backseat.
We play the corner, catch the bodies on the backstreet.
Fuck all that woofing and barking, we in to take
trips have you riding in the hearse like you're using lift off down it's trying to down you that's
easy hit bloodstains on the concrete the way we plead to strip my young boy acting up
this shit.
Fuck the judge.
I wasn't involved.
I pleased the fifth.
We gonna ride until we find
We don't need the tip.
That's make the job easy for this thing to vent.
Gay land, gay land, nigga, this gay land.
Need a Nuki Bullets, that's the reason to K-Jam.
Gangland, gangland, nigga, this gangland.
Really scoring points in these all-black spaceship.
Gangland, gangland, nigga, this gangland.
Need to nuke your bullets, that's the reason to K-Jam.
Gay land, gay land, nigga, this gay land.
Really scoring points in these all-black spaceships.
