When we bounce out, we tryna put him right on a frame
I was broke in the field tryna make a play
Thirsty young niggas out all night, I couldn't even change
PMB the gang, I'm from the Jays, but it's all the same
Lost a couple brothers to this shit, they ain't feel my pain
Lookin' at my niggas like, "Shit just not the same"
Lookin' at my niggas like, "Shit just gotta change"
How all these niggas come around and started screamin' gang?
Back then, I don't think these bitches really knew my name
Young nigga out in the field tryna build my rank
Chase him down, you know we left him slumped right in front his face
Chase him down, he ain't gettin' far the way it hit his face
Chase him down, you know we left him slumped right in front his face
I was never good at math, but you can't match my skills
Bodybag, toe tag, bouncin' out on drills
In the field, but we ain't playin' ball, we tryna catch a kill
Brodie got them packs for the low and they vacuum-sealed
I just put some ice on my lil' bitch, now she catchin' chills
Ski mask with a red rag when I'm on a drill
Bro just shot an opp all them times, it was overkill
We put him in another opp pack and he smokin' still
Strictly man-downs, bitch, I'm bouncin' out the coupe
Five-star suite, like bitch, we fuckin' on the roof
Is you gon' catch me if I fall? 'Cause I been faded off this juice
BSG the gang, we ain't acceptin' no recruit
Military top rank, when they see me, they salute
She like, "Bae, you want some top?" And I told her, "Absolute"
Tryna touch a hundred hundreds, I been thumbin', thumbin' through
Screamin' free L-I-L 'til they let my killer loose
Flippin' shit, I'm tryna bust it down and bust a Bentley down
It's a couple pounds on the floor, I passed 'em all around
Bodybagged his ass, the paramedics, couldn't bring him back
That boy actin' tough, he seen the BSGs and had a heart attack
He had a ghost gun, his shit jammed, but he shot twice
Five-percents, swervin' in the lane, it's a dark night
I keep the stock clip, but on the extension, it's a long pipe
Twenty-six shots, his body cold, it's a hard night
Beam on his back and I'ma flame him up in plain sight
When you take them plates up off your whip, you do your thing, right?
Damn, 5Much bickin' it (damn)
He mix the Cookies with the blend, it got me sick as shit
My mind racin', fingers itchin', I'm tryna touch a couple million quick (a couple mill')
When BSG come in, we blow the roof up off the building, bitch (dan)
And when we pour it up, we pourin' way more than a deuce of it
And can't forget your bitch up off the Casamigos gettin' loose as shit (they gettin' loose)
Damn, bitch, you keep talkin' all that shit, but ain't gon' do nothin' (do nothin')
A couple hundred miles up on this road, I'm tryna dump some hundreds (damn)
Man, bitch ain't talkin' 'bout no bag, move, I'm tryna fuck your cousin
Man, I heard he talkin' out his neck, move, I'm finna dump a hundred
I'm on a Perky, sippin' lean, it got a nigga heart thumpin' (heart thumpin')
She put the bottle in my hand, I think she tryna start somethin' (, damn)
(Put the bottle in my hand, I think she tryna start somethin', look)
