Download Lagu Bang - BabyDrill MP3

They told me, get on it, you never look back I got on, I put the gang on my back, yeah She falls asleep (Coupe) It's on me, you get on, you never look back I got on, I put the gag on my back Whole lot of racks in the LV bed These acts (okay) Mo' seein' new niggas really informed So I wanna ticket, I don't wanna hang I'm tired of these fake ass rat niggas actin' like suitors I know damn well they ain't Nip' had a draco, cheeky (bang) Niggas try to juggle Siffy Count say, "Shout, no Tyree" Blood on blood for blow down And I heard that he's blowin' for blood though But he ain't even blow for his bro though But he ain't even blow for his hoodlum Look at that bitch, ain't never gon' smoke 'em Hop by a little take, y'all nigga run I'm tryna rule that world, I get dozed I'm tryna fuck that world, I get scrolled Speaking on gang, I'ma come in, exposed Wash it down with a smile, no joke Like a snake when I creep with that Foreign By that pit when they put that shit on A nigga can't duck, did her RP, bro Tryin' to ride with that glock, I'm not lonely At least I stay on my car like I'm Tony Capped by the world, feelin' like I'm down For head, on the night with me, game Got bitches on the lane, they get gone or somethin' Got broke from the rack, lil' chop that shit down Kiddo got made over a hunnid thousand And that's how I'm breakin' the house Y'all niggas were wild They told me to get on, you never looked back I got her and I put the gang on my back Whole lot of racks, the LV back These acts, okay (on gang) Mo' seein' new niggas really informed So I wanna ticket, I don't wanna hang I'm tired of these fake ass rat niggas actin' like suitors I know damn well they ain't Nip' had a draco, cheeky (bang) Niggas try to juggle Siffy Count say, "Shout, no Tyree" Blood on blood for blow down And I heard that he's blowin' for blow down But he ain't even blow for his bro though He didn't even blow for his hood though Liberate a bitch, I ain't ever gon' smoke 'em Look where that bitch at, ain't no one gon' hold 'em Chill out to G-City, back out, no chill They wanna start flyin', I want more kill I'm gonna fuck what's hot like a burn, sit I'm gonna fuck, why I cut like a steel I wanna fuck but I cut like a P I wanna fuck but I pop like a blick I wanna fuck, what's dead on D They mad that I came from the bottom and rich Cover this kid with a knife, I can talk I don't have 'em blazin', spin 'bout their place Feenin' for percs, I'm gon' turn to a junkie Wrap up a bottle like bricks all around me I'm a skrrt nigga from back, yeah they're comin' And I'm done flew busy for any dilemma I'm wanted by an uncle, we've seen him around They told me, "You get on, you never look back" I got on, I put the gang on my back, yeah Whole lot of racks in the LV bed These acts (okay) Mo' seein' new niggas really informed So I wanna ticket, I don't wanna hang I'm tired of these fake ass rat niggas actin' like suitors I know damn well they ain't Nip' had a draco, cheeky (bang) Niggas try to juggle Siffy Count say, "Shout, no Tyree" Blood on blood for blow down And I heard that he's blowin' for blood though But he ain't even blow for his bro though But he ain't even blow for his hood Liberate a bitch, I ain't never gon' smoke 'em