Africana don dada
My brother
You know what this is
It's the gang
Man time
Gang time
Hand to hand
That's hand time
Ain't got time
For the f**k shit
F**k a bad b**h
But she ain't mine
It ain't mean shit
By any means
Had to get it cracking
In the mean time
My cell phone was a fiend line
Trapping or scamming
Had to walk a thin line
F**k two h**s
Then I remix
Got too hot
On that g shit
Fresh of the boat
Had to work on my English
Migos with pounds
He no speak no English
Brodie he still on that street shit
I made a call
Might just hop in the kitchen
I know the plug
No more hoping and wishing
These niggas frauds
I was paying tuition
Doing that fraud
Trying to get
What I couldn't afford
I get nervous
Behind me a ford
Thats your b**h
Why she looking at awe
It was Payless
No Christian Dior
When I die
Designer my drawers
Stunnaman
Africana don dada man
Bad man bad man
Ain't no badder than
Dem nor understand
Couple soldier man
Pull up and
Rararararara
How amma run
When I never ran
How that's you b**h
When I
F**k on that b**h
Made take a plan
It's the gang
F**k two h**s
Then I remix
Got too hot
On that g shit
Fresh of the boat
Had to work on my English
Migos with pounds
He no speak no English
Brodie he still on that street shit
I made a call
Might just hop in the kitchen
I know the plug
No more hoping and wishing
These niggas frauds
I was paying tuition
Doing that fraud
Trying to get
What I couldn't afford
I get nervous
Behind me a ford
Thats your b**h
Why she looking at awe
It was Payless
No Christian Dior
When I die
Designer my drawers
