Mobtrap, 22 Soul - Gang Out paroles de (lyrics)
Michael Emeka Rosenfeld
[Mobtrap, 22 Soul - Gang Out paroles de lyrics]
I'm out with my gang, we finna bang
Fuck on that hoe, when I fuck on her thang
Come with a shank, I got a Glock
Nigga want beef, they go down like my opps
None of your G's can fuck with my squad
We finna drill, we finna pop
That hoe give my head
I tell her: "Don't stop"
If you pull up, you better start duckin'
Me and my G's, you know we stay copin'
Opps in my hood, you know they ain't crossin'
If you want smoke, bodies start dropin'
Sippin that lean, you know I ain't cuffin
Shootin' them hoops, you think I be Harden
Hoe want me back, you know I ain't callin
Diamonds drippin' like ice tea
My gang on a killer spree
Bitch niggas can't fuck with me
Can't fuck with MOB
Making cash, got money trees
Smoking honey trees
Fuck that bitch, she speak chinese
Steady countin' cheese
You know that it's MOB
I'm out with my gang, we finna bang
Fuck on that hoe, when I fuck on her thang
Come with a shank, I got a Glock
Nigga want beef, they go down like my opps
None of your G's can fuck with my squad
We finna drill, we finna pop
That hoe give my head
I tell her: "Don't stop"
If you pull up, you better start duckin'
Me and my G's, you know we stay copin'
Opps in my hood, you know they ain't crossin'
If you want smoke, bodies start dropin'
Sippin that lean, you know I ain't cuffin
(Nah, sippin that lean you
Know I ain't cuffin')
Fuck on that hoe, when I fuck on her thang
Come with a shank, I got a Glock
Nigga want beef, they go down like my opps
None of your G's can fuck with my squad
We finna drill, we finna pop
That hoe give my head
I tell her: "Don't stop"
If you pull up, you better start duckin'
Me and my G's, you know we stay copin'
Opps in my hood, you know they ain't crossin'
If you want smoke, bodies start dropin'
Sippin that lean, you know I ain't cuffin
Shootin' them hoops, you think I be Harden
Hoe want me back, you know I ain't callin
Diamonds drippin' like ice tea
My gang on a killer spree
Bitch niggas can't fuck with me
Can't fuck with MOB
Making cash, got money trees
Smoking honey trees
Fuck that bitch, she speak chinese
Steady countin' cheese
You know that it's MOB
I'm out with my gang, we finna bang
Fuck on that hoe, when I fuck on her thang
Come with a shank, I got a Glock
Nigga want beef, they go down like my opps
None of your G's can fuck with my squad
We finna drill, we finna pop
That hoe give my head
I tell her: "Don't stop"
If you pull up, you better start duckin'
Me and my G's, you know we stay copin'
Opps in my hood, you know they ain't crossin'
If you want smoke, bodies start dropin'
Sippin that lean, you know I ain't cuffin
(Nah, sippin that lean you
Know I ain't cuffin')