Fredo Bang, Boss Top - Reppin lyrics

(What do you think, Jimmy?)

Niggas be vegan, ain't getting no chicken
I'm cooking up dope
Put a stu' in the kitchen
I'm in traffic, five percented
Gucci down, I'm Dapper Danny
Matte black 'Cat, bitch, this ain't rented
Nigga tryna serve, I need a percentage
AR pistol, good precision
If I crash, it's my decision
Ain't no talking to these bitches
Quit that talking on them pillows
Draco beat his chest, gorilla
Fredo Bang on these niggas
The opps be pussy, caterpillars
When we see 'em, stepping on niggas
O'Block, bitch, I'm repping on niggas
Bitch, Stretch Gang
We stretching them niggas

Niggas ain't healthy, ain't getting no guap
Ain't shooting out a car
We walking up blocks
V8, V12 fresh on them cops
My granny had a switch and
I was throwin' on locks
My enemy ain't close
So I don't fuck with the opps
I think about 12, wanna dump at the cops
The feds be tweaking, they sweating the block
Acting like they want the
Whole gang get locked
Going out like Louie
Get caught with the Glock
We invented Stretch Gang, lost T.Roy and Von
Me and Durk, we talk, we got a close bond
Me and Zoo been locked
Been sliding on the lawn
Know Booka my heart from the Six, we tight
I remember them days, I remember them nights
I remember J-Money wanted me slide that night
But I went with Slutty 'cause
They was too high
If I knew he was naked
Would've gave him my pipe
My life a book, I'm scarred for life
Lost Von
I ain't see this shit coming from the sky
Lost 12 to 12, my head ain't right
Sitting in a cell, suicide on my mind
You know I'm strong, we stronger combined
Get Back Gang, OTF, free slime
O'Block, 600, free Duke and 'Nine

Niggas be vegan, ain't getting no chicken
I'm cooking up dope
Put a stu' in the kitchen
I'm in traffic, five percented
Gucci down, I'm Dapper Danny
Matte black 'Cat, bitch, this ain't rented
Nigga tryna serve, I need a percentage
AR pistol, good precision
If I crash, it's my decision
Ain't no talking to these bitches
Quit that talking on them pillows
Draco beat his chest, gorilla
Fredo Bang on these niggas
The opps be pussy, caterpillars
When we see 'em, stepping on niggas
O'Block, bitch, I'm repping on niggas
Bitch, Stretch Gang
We stretching them niggas

I was fifteen getting down with that Glock
I was out the window when they felt that shot
Ain't missing these niggas
They thinking we box
Catch him on the job, we punching that clock
Niggas be talking, we knock out your tongue
Niggas be bitches, I pull up, they run
Nigga spoke on Gee, now he next to the sun
I was Get Back Gang before I ever met Von
All of my shooters gon' stay paid
We send a blitz through a J-Pay
We send a bitch for a play-play
'Cause a opp bitch down like Ray-J
Free all of my opps, like chips
They gon' lay
Missed me in the city
Tell them niggas do better
He don't wanna die, mind his business
He better
Nigga diss me, I'ma put him on schedule
Caught him in the whip
Left his brains on the pedal

Niggas be vegan, ain't getting no chicken
I'm cooking up dope
Put a stu' in the kitchen
I'm in traffic, five percented
Gucci down, I'm Dapper Danny
Matte black 'Cat, bitch, this ain't rented
Nigga tryna serve, I need a percentage
AR pistol, good precision
If I crash, it's my decision
Ain't no talking to these bitches
Quit that talking on them pillows
Draco beat his chest, gorilla
Fredo Bang on these niggas
The opps be pussy, caterpillars
When we see 'em, stepping on niggas
O'Block, bitch, I'm repping on niggas
Bitch, Stretch Gang
We stretching them niggas