Ayy, you know Stretch Gang, baby
Gang shit, no lame shit (ayy, you know gang shit, no lame shit)
Free Murda, free Cliff, free Ra, free Jo Jo, free Slokie
You know gang shit, no lame shit (ay, ay, ay)

G-lock in my hand (go), bust it bitch don't dance
I ain't no Tik Tok nigga (uh-uh, uh-uh)
We doin' no Tik Toks man (nah)
Green and black FN, hold on let me punch in (hold on, hold on)
Forty thousand on my neck, twenty thousand in my AMIRI pants (bitch)

My Cartier be hittin', water, watch that bitch dance
Probably overseas fuck a nigga wife with my jimmy in
Glock 19, came with a safety, this bitch black and tan
Hop out on 'em, hawk this nigga down so I'm a veteran
Face shot, back shots, we don't do no legs shots, we not none of those
He traumatized, his brothers ain't make it out the car this nigga a hoe
You know I got my heater on, poured up a four in my two liter
Arm and Hammer got my wrist froze, I call that that Bobby Fish flow
We the last ones who done up the score, oh nah y'all ain't let the media know
Back to the bot bitches though, told her come on baby ride the boat (come on, come on)
762 turn a bitch-ass nigga into a ghost, we do not aim at your fro
He done died because he was doin' the most
This nigga right here a joke (oh)

G-lock in my hand, bust it bitch don't dance
I ain't no Tik Tok nigga (ew)
We doin' no Tik Toks man (bitch)
Green and black FN, hold on let me punch in
Forty thousand on my neck, twenty thousand in my AMIRI pants (ay, ay, ay, ay)

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Writer(s): Nehemiah Harden