crew

 

We ain't talking motley but i've been about my crew,

If you ain't bout this gang shit you should have stayed in school

ARPs,4.5s, got them guns on my hip. These niggas fake as hell (Yeah)

They steady on my tip!

I'm gon' cheer for all my niggas in a fucking moshpit.

Eating out this Asian bitch with some rice and chopsticks.

I'm too elegant, the best to ever do it, I can't do wrong, I better do right

 

We out here trapping in the midnight

We sparking flames in this bitch the way we ignite

Hold me close, you doing the worst

Im way to evil I'm stuck in a curse.

Fuck you bitch back to back we on reverse

Got some killers who sell figures, nigga

Put you in yo grave, nigga

You ain't here to rave, nigga

you a slave, nigga

We pop out the truck you know how it be

Close your eyes look at the mirror your a bitch I see

I got racks from Houston down to tenneesee

Cash I got plenty, rolling inna Bentley

She said that she love me

(But hoes lie all the time)

You talking shit that ain't in yo line

Im on real shit I'm in my prime

Dreams and nightmares, feeling like meek mill

Not yo nigga, wont catch a kill

Cry to myself I cant hear

 

We ain't talking motley but i've been about my crew,

If you ain't bout this gang shit you should have stayed in school

ARPs,4.5s, got them guns on my hip. These niggas fake as hell (Yeah)

They steady on my tip!

I'm gon' cheer for all my niggas in a fucking moshpit.

Eating out this Asian bitch with some rice and chopsticks.

I'm too elegant, the best to ever do it, I can't do wrong, I better do right

 

We pop out in black trucks.

Only out to get my dick sucked

Nigga tried to test when I was done he couldn't get up

Seems to be a buffer told twin what's the hold up?

Sliming all the time,

I'm too geeked

We talking bout money I made more then you in a week

You talking bout cash you don't have, please don't tweak

Got my glasses on like a mf geek

She said she'd suck me inna car she a freak

Girl tried to play me but I'm not Nintendo,

This racks aint for you, my cash not fo yo shi ho'

Now I'm out of time, stuck like a mime,

Enough trauma to last a lifetime

 

We ain't talking motley but i've been about my crew,

If you ain't bout this gang shit you should have stayed in school

ARPs,4.5s, got them guns on my hip. These niggas fake as hell (Yeah)

They steady on my tip!

I'm gon' cheer for all my niggas in a fucking moshpit.

Eating out this Asian bitch with some rice and chopsticks.

I'm too elegant, the best to ever do it, I can't do wrong, I better do right