CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Intro
F**k man
Gang sh*t
Yeah, f**k ...
Start my day with a blunt
Hit a b*t*h, make her jump
Hit a blunt, hit my lungs
Grab my sh*t, grab my gun
Hit the road, check my guy
Got some loud, yeah its purp
Hit the block, clear the scene
Don't let that choppas bean
Get a bag, I stack it
Get a b*t*h, gotta mack it
Got a car, do the race
Seen an opp, make him shake
Hit the gas, f**k the break
Break the leg, f**k the wait
Hit the stage, do my dance
9 shots in my pants
OLN that's the label
When we chill, no cable
Yeah, yeah
I ain't tryna sign to no label
N***as think that it's funny
Last week I was bummy
Last week I had nothing
Housey, stressin'
BMs, texting
Say she tired of my bullsh*t
N***as still on that hoe sh*t
I cut all of the ties off
I cut all of my b*t*hes off
Now I'm popping, they annoying
I beat them, I ain't joinin'
Buy or bye, we them n***as
Your b*t*h know we them n***as
We name brands, make the trap hot
At the end of the month, get a new spot
F**k the telly, where a crockpot?
I'm name brand, can't trust a b*t*h
I f**ked her, she's celibate
Girl sayin I change- change- changed up
Only thing that changed up
Is all these girls tryna claim us
The cops can't even tame us
Our hood runs, you can't blame us
Buy LV for my mainer's
Buy LV for my main girl
Shotty know she gotta act right
Yo, f**k these b*t*hes man
We can't even on right
F**k man, you already know what it is man
F**k! yeah!
These n***as talk like b*t*hes
We don't do, that's what b*t*hes do
We don't pull up ties, that's how b*t*hes move
Me and gang gang have different moves
Me and MK got the streets now
Just gotta walk, gotta leave now
Wish grandma can see now
From fat boy to the guy now
Like I don't even have to lie now
I don't even have to brag now
Labels fly me outta town babe
I don't even have to pay now
Trust me
Call me Bob
Gang sh*t
Yeah, f**k ...
Start my day with a blunt
Hit a b*t*h, make her jump
Hit a blunt, hit my lungs
Grab my sh*t, grab my gun
Hit the road, check my guy
Got some loud, yeah its purp
Hit the block, clear the scene
Don't let that choppas bean
Get a bag, I stack it
Get a b*t*h, gotta mack it
Got a car, do the race
Seen an opp, make him shake
Hit the gas, f**k the break
Break the leg, f**k the wait
Hit the stage, do my dance
9 shots in my pants
OLN that's the label
When we chill, no cable
Yeah, yeah
I ain't tryna sign to no label
N***as think that it's funny
Last week I was bummy
Last week I had nothing
Housey, stressin'
BMs, texting
Say she tired of my bullsh*t
N***as still on that hoe sh*t
I cut all of the ties off
I cut all of my b*t*hes off
Now I'm popping, they annoying
I beat them, I ain't joinin'
Buy or bye, we them n***as
Your b*t*h know we them n***as
We name brands, make the trap hot
At the end of the month, get a new spot
F**k the telly, where a crockpot?
I'm name brand, can't trust a b*t*h
I f**ked her, she's celibate
Girl sayin I change- change- changed up
Only thing that changed up
Is all these girls tryna claim us
The cops can't even tame us
Our hood runs, you can't blame us
Buy LV for my mainer's
Buy LV for my main girl
Shotty know she gotta act right
Yo, f**k these b*t*hes man
We can't even on right
F**k man, you already know what it is man
F**k! yeah!
These n***as talk like b*t*hes
We don't do, that's what b*t*hes do
We don't pull up ties, that's how b*t*hes move
Me and gang gang have different moves
Me and MK got the streets now
Just gotta walk, gotta leave now
Wish grandma can see now
From fat boy to the guy now
Like I don't even have to lie now
I don't even have to brag now
Labels fly me outta town babe
I don't even have to pay now
Trust me
Call me Bob
