CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : And I Gangbang
(Pooh, you a fool for this one)
(Murda on the beat, so it's not nice)
Ayy, this b*t*h been askin' Dreka for a threesome, only us for now
Yeah, I got a b*t*h, don't wanna kiss, but we could f**k for now
Youngin sellin' mix, I'm sellin' fent', it's still the same thing
Police on my d**k, they know I'm thuggin' and I gangbang
Damn near in the chain gang with all these f**kin' links on
King of the city, I should throw a f**kin' mink on
Doubt I put my bike up, I'm clutchin' more than a driver (Yeah)
Jetset with my baby, we f**k and tippin' the pilot
She only fly if it's private, I'm only fightin' the body
Quin ran off with that pole, I'm still yellin', "Free Robby"
All my n***as from the mud, more Crips than we got Bloods
They thinkin' that it's rap, I'm tellin' you, it was the drugs
Interrogation, tryna stop from laughin', b*t*h, I got a habit
Don't like f**kin' with no condom, I like f**kin' baby mamas
See, I grеw up without a father, he alive, but sh*t, hе gone
Know he proud a n***a winnin', by next winter, he'll be home
I pop wheelies in VLONE, ayy, Bari, where is my collab?
Probably make a million dollars, b*t*h, I made it off the bag
I heard Ced just got a 'Cat, I still can't wait to see G5
Put a hundred on who owe, make sure you give that sh*t to God
Skrrt, everybody get your roll on
Twenty-eight a bag, everybody turn the phone on
My killstreaks be solos, gas 'em and then I blitz (We on 'em)
Fifty-five a piece, my a** turned into t**ties
I won't bash a b*t*h for cheap, and I just might ask a b*t*h to leave
From the back while grippin' weave, ayy, house party in this b*t*h
Bae got right, but I ain't trippin', I was already with a b*t*h
I sent all my fiends fishin', let me know if it's a ten
I play cool with all my exes in case I wanna f**k again
I ain't locked up, I'm on tether, say it's up and b*t*h, it's up
All my old hoes in they feelings like I ain't f**ked them hoes enough
Put them bags up on that truck, give my last to see you free
How you mad, b*t*h, and I'm eatin'? Put my first one up for Recey
I sold work to all the deacons, what that b*t*h been askin' Dreka?
Ayy, this b*t*h been askin' Dreka for a threesome, only us for now
Yeah, I got a b*t*h, don't wanna kiss, but we could f**k for now
Youngin sellin' mix, I'm sellin' fent', it's still the same thing
Police on my d**k, they know I'm thuggin' and I gangbang
(Murda on the beat, so it's not nice)
Ayy, this b*t*h been askin' Dreka for a threesome, only us for now
Yeah, I got a b*t*h, don't wanna kiss, but we could f**k for now
Youngin sellin' mix, I'm sellin' fent', it's still the same thing
Police on my d**k, they know I'm thuggin' and I gangbang
Damn near in the chain gang with all these f**kin' links on
King of the city, I should throw a f**kin' mink on
Doubt I put my bike up, I'm clutchin' more than a driver (Yeah)
Jetset with my baby, we f**k and tippin' the pilot
She only fly if it's private, I'm only fightin' the body
Quin ran off with that pole, I'm still yellin', "Free Robby"
All my n***as from the mud, more Crips than we got Bloods
They thinkin' that it's rap, I'm tellin' you, it was the drugs
Interrogation, tryna stop from laughin', b*t*h, I got a habit
Don't like f**kin' with no condom, I like f**kin' baby mamas
See, I grеw up without a father, he alive, but sh*t, hе gone
Know he proud a n***a winnin', by next winter, he'll be home
I pop wheelies in VLONE, ayy, Bari, where is my collab?
Probably make a million dollars, b*t*h, I made it off the bag
I heard Ced just got a 'Cat, I still can't wait to see G5
Put a hundred on who owe, make sure you give that sh*t to God
Skrrt, everybody get your roll on
Twenty-eight a bag, everybody turn the phone on
My killstreaks be solos, gas 'em and then I blitz (We on 'em)
Fifty-five a piece, my a** turned into t**ties
I won't bash a b*t*h for cheap, and I just might ask a b*t*h to leave
From the back while grippin' weave, ayy, house party in this b*t*h
Bae got right, but I ain't trippin', I was already with a b*t*h
I sent all my fiends fishin', let me know if it's a ten
I play cool with all my exes in case I wanna f**k again
I ain't locked up, I'm on tether, say it's up and b*t*h, it's up
All my old hoes in they feelings like I ain't f**ked them hoes enough
Put them bags up on that truck, give my last to see you free
How you mad, b*t*h, and I'm eatin'? Put my first one up for Recey
I sold work to all the deacons, what that b*t*h been askin' Dreka?
Ayy, this b*t*h been askin' Dreka for a threesome, only us for now
Yeah, I got a b*t*h, don't wanna kiss, but we could f**k for now
Youngin sellin' mix, I'm sellin' fent', it's still the same thing
Police on my d**k, they know I'm thuggin' and I gangbang
