We All We Got - Good Gas, FKi 1st, Lil Gotit

We All We Got - Good Gas, FKi 1st, Lil Gotit

Альбом
Good Gas (Vol. 3)
Год
2019
Язык
`angielski`
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We All We Got

Good Gas, FKi 1st, Lil Gotit

Go, go, slatt

Know what I’m sayin', I got

Water by G

Some ice

Motherfuckin' slime, you know what I’m sayin'

Lil Reek (Hood Baby)

Hood babies, YSL

1st done geeked it up

Let’s go

For them bands, running man

Sticked up like stick clan

I’m the right man, nigga, but the wrong plan

Spent a half day sleep on a Xanax

Yeah, your baby mama say she want real sex

Just me and her and my latex

I got VVS diamonds and a slime chain

They tryna put the slimes in the chain gang

Bitch, I’m a straight dog, need no chain

It was good when niggas said that I changed

When you get this type of money, you can’t be the same

And I blew up fast like Hussein

And I whip a nigga ass up, Pootie Tang

New to this type of money but I ain’t new to gang

I’ma get the money, no stress

Pray to the Lord every day 'cause he blessed

These niggas stay cappin' in gowns

Big bullets, they’ll leave your bro down

Right Perc' button, drip to your town

Hood Baby used to ride the Greyhound

These niggas, they built fake tough

That J juice get 'em back rough

Hell nah, he ain’t gang, he a scrub

Put the hundreds up, bringing out dubs

Yeah, I’m real coldhearted, no love

Damn, I lost my little brother, what the fuck?

Big burner gon' make his ass run

He scared to hit, quick to grab a gun

Yeah, I pass the drip down to my son

I ain’t sharin' over somethin' where I’m from

Pussy nigga better not say nothin'

'Cause the drake hold a hundred round drum (Hood Baby)

Yeah, I’m rockin' Off-White on an off day

Getting racks in fast like a payday

No help, this shit not needed

Lil' nigga, I hold my own weight

Slatt talk, yeah, that’s what the drugs do

Mask up, then them babies come mug you

Got Crips on the West gon' cuz you

Got Bloods, yeah, you know they gon' buzz you

Brrp, go 'head, buzz 'em in

Yeah, I got pills, go’n send 'em in

Stick Baby scope the lot, gon' send 'em in

We dry the bitches like cinnamon

Lil' sap ass nigga stay sentimental

No cap on my gang, used to ridin' rentals

Crash the ball so simple, that’s a fender bender

East Point call us ball in the middle

Me and Ralph got loaded, I don’t know telling

He done really took the charge, that’s no felon

Me and Reek shot a video on Gresham

Might slide through your hood, that’s no tender

Yeah, slime good everywhere they go

Yeah, Snake watch me, he my halo

Got a big bag, had to lay low

Got beat and they pullin' out they camera roll

Keep a lightskin bitch like J-Lo

Could’ve swore these niggas my shadow

Perc-10 got a nigga feelin' meditative

Yeah, I copped 'em off the street, that’s my medication

Yeah, Hood Baby with a couple Haiti Babies

Old Nat, screamin' slatt, they share they babies

I told her, «Ho, don’t miss your blessing»

It’s only gon' send one message

Back then on the pack with some horseshoes

Now I’m rockin' Amiri, they some new moves

Can’t sign me, boy, you gon' lose

So many red dots in my neck too

Rockin' Chanel, yeah, Nae Nae

Zero tone, give a fuck what they say

Every day like my motherfuckin' birthday

Swore I’m in LA, the bitch drag race

I’m in the Lam', I’m switching the gears and it came with a cam

Kick a bitch out the condo like she Pam

We some young bosses, we’re known in the town

Yeah, they biting my sound

Niggas be cap like a cap and a gown

I know they broke, all these niggas some clowns

Amiri my jeans, I’ma drip, never drown

I had to flood out the Rollie

You’re not gonna shoot it, then why do you tote it?

24 pints in LA like I’m Kobe

Bro, we get too many racks and we load 'em

Need for speed, cologne is by Creed

Knock his ass off if he play with Lil Reek

Too many hoes, all my bitches on fleek

Came out the trap, I was servin' them P’s

Pocket rock', yeah, I’m hot

Doin' the dash when I come off the lot

Stay down in that trap and that bitch too hot

My shoes they cost a lot

These niggas be cappin' a lot

These bitches gon' fold, you like it or not

And I never trip, my shoes in the knot

My niggas my brothers, we all we got

My niggas my brothers, we all we got

My niggas my brothers, we all we got

My niggas my brothers, we all we got

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