CORRECT LYRICS
Ay, I be with my gang, I don't gang bang
Pull up on yo b*t*h, you can watch my f**kin chain swang
And my n***as crazy, man I hope they don't take yo chain
n***a I be in that foreign thang, I be switchin' lanes
And i'm on the cut, smoking dope i'm with [?]
And he got the tooly, and we smokin gooey
Got designer on my waist you can check my f**king Gucci
And I got this gun make it sang like its Lucci
Ay, runnin from a cop on my two feet
If I see a opp get my tool please
Diamonds wet on my wrist, Marco Polo
I don't f**k with no law, you know that's a no
f**k 12, f**k 12, f**k a 5 O
Or a line of the Wock now i'm moving slow
Riding round in a stolo, gotta stay low
Louie scarfo, and you b*t*h want my pesos
If I want drugs i'ma hit up Scarfo
n***as know what the f**k i'm on
Coolin' in the valley, and i'm coolin' with a smart hoe
Smokin dope straight out the raw cone
And i'm really coolin', not tryna act savage
And i'm in the kitchen whipin' chicken with your main b*t*h
Talking to me better watch yo f**king language
b*t*h i'm so cold like a motha f**kin' penguin
Walk in the room and she tell me to sang it
And i'm on the road, in a foreign lane changing
If you f**k with the gang leave you nameless
Growing up thought I wasn't gonna be famous
I can't f**k with that b*t*h cause she basic
Smokin' gas, man out of a gas station
Don't talk sh*t you don't wanna be a patient
I'm the sh*t lil b*t*h can't do relations
Lyrics : Famous
Ay, I be with my gang, I don't gang bang
Pull up on yo b*t*h, you can watch my f**kin chain swang
And my n***as crazy, man I hope they don't take yo chain
n***a I be in that foreign thang, I be switchin' lanes
And i'm on the cut, smoking dope i'm with [?]
And he got the tooly, and we smokin gooey
Got designer on my waist you can check my f**king Gucci
And I got this gun make it sang like its Lucci
Ay, runnin from a cop on my two feet
If I see a opp get my tool please
Diamonds wet on my wrist, Marco Polo
I don't f**k with no law, you know that's a no
f**k 12, f**k 12, f**k a 5 O
Or a line of the Wock now i'm moving slow
Riding round in a stolo, gotta stay low
Louie scarfo, and you b*t*h want my pesos
If I want drugs i'ma hit up Scarfo
n***as know what the f**k i'm on
Coolin' in the valley, and i'm coolin' with a smart hoe
Smokin dope straight out the raw cone
And i'm really coolin', not tryna act savage
And i'm in the kitchen whipin' chicken with your main b*t*h
Talking to me better watch yo f**king language
b*t*h i'm so cold like a motha f**kin' penguin
Walk in the room and she tell me to sang it
And i'm on the road, in a foreign lane changing
If you f**k with the gang leave you nameless
Growing up thought I wasn't gonna be famous
I can't f**k with that b*t*h cause she basic
Smokin' gas, man out of a gas station
Don't talk sh*t you don't wanna be a patient
I'm the sh*t lil b*t*h can't do relations
