Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ballout
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Idris Abdul wahid
Songwriter
Lyrics
(Ayy, Young Malcolm)
Niggas know not to play with the gang, bitch, it's suicide (suicide)
Dress yo' ass up in a suit and tie (suit and tie)
Foe'nem sildin', got the Uber drivin' (got the Uber drivin')
Watch look like water, bitch, I ain't scuba divin' (nah)
Foe'nem shootin' at everybody, I don't care who beside you (greenlight)
Bitch, we the gang, nigga, who you gon' ride to? (On gang)
Nigga, dropped the lo', nigga, you know we gon' slide through (skrrt)
The way the SRT manoeuvre, bitch, you knew we gon' glide through
Chopper, Glock, FN, times two (huh)
Watch 40 pointers, bitch, you know what this time do? (Huh)
Mansion look like a colosseum, you know what my grind do (phew)
A coward nigga couldn't even go home, nigga, 'cause we gon' find you
Bitch, I roll with three double O, must I remind you? (Huh)
Knew we run the city, who the fuck gon' hide you? (On gang)
Niggas ain't just start blowin' pipes, nigga, you know what mine do (bang)
Choppers drumroll, nigga, fuck around, blind you
Two bitches callin' my phone, fuck it, I decline two (decline both of 'em)
Lil' niggas wanna be just like us, well, shit, they tried to (huh)
Bitch, we Glo Mafia, you know what my ties do (woo)
If the opps dissin' then you know I reply too
I'on fuck with them niggas, I'on gotta decided too (nah)
We caught the other one and the other one died too
Call Lil Lamb up then he bringin' wide through (that wide)
I'ma step on these niggas necks and they know I'm tryin' to
Niggas know not to play with the gang, bitch, it's suicide (suicide)
Dress yo' ass up in a suit and tie (suit and tie)
Foe'nem sildin', got the Uber drivin' (got the Uber drivin')
Watch look like water, bitch, I ain't scuba divin' (nah)
Foe'nem shootin' at everybody, I don't care who beside you (greenlight)
Bitch, we the gang, nigga, who you gon' ride to? (On gang)
Nigga, dropped the lo', nigga, you know we gon' slide through (skrrt)
The way the SRT manoeuvre, bitch, you knew we gon' glide through
Chopper, Glock, FN, times two (huh)
Watch 40 pointers, bitch, you know what this time do? (Huh)
Mansion look like a colosseum, you know what my grind do (phew)
A coward nigga couldn't even go home, nigga, 'cause we gon' find you
Writer(s): Will Carthan, Brandon Kmiec
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