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Roddy Ricch

4 Da Gang

 

4 Da Gang


You
I can't wait for the nights with you
I imagine the things we'll do

Ain't nothing plain on me, nigga, four chains on me
I ain't tripping 'bout that hoe, nigga, she came on me
I gotta bitch from the west, she'll suck a nigga soft
Bitch from the east, she'll fuck a nigga dawg
Still playing with that raw even though I gotta deal
Had to get up out the city, I just got a nigga killed
Pause, I'm lying, kinda still sipping out the Fanta
Oxycotin and Opanas, I want 4-2 for each
Niggas up, Lou for free, that's my nigga, come and kick it
Mr. still'll serve the city, I'm the reason it's some chicken
Why the fuck you in the kitchen tryna turn one?
Daire quit pulling on the blender for you burn something
Baby, say she wanna real nigga, she don't get it
Why you ain't never up at night? I told you I been sipping
Still go harder for my niggas, wish I can bring you back
Turntest in the city white lows, blue flags
Know I keep two flags on bang
I just drop a Urus for the gang
Catch me in the city, young nigga, four chains
Signed to CMG still in the dope game
I don't swipe propane, really got it out the mud
Big fo' gang, catch me riding with the thugs
I got it on my own, ain't nobody help me
Remain humble, sell crack to dope fiends
You can't lil' bro me, bitch, I really gotta check
Throw two in his shit, I be really on that
Put the city on my back, still remember hard times
2018 was the year my dawg died

Pull up in frog eyes, yeah, nigga we winning
Amiris on low if not wheat Timbs
Me and 42 pulling up in twin Bentleys
Peanut butter seats so my windows tinted
Know I keep two flags on bang
I just drop a Urus for the gang
Turnt from the D to LA
Always keep it a hunnid K

Number one nigga but they never gon' admit it
I was doing two hunnid in a 'Rarri and got a ticket
Every time they see me, they say they ain't see me in a minute
Prolly fucking on ya bitches, prolly running up some digits
Forgiato wheels both lanes
Floor mats say a nigga name
Interrogation Feds try to put us on the board, never identified
All my niggas always getting dough, it's always chicken time
I got niggas in the box, gon' call me collect
I got model bitches that be tryna call me for sex
And you know what they say, "If it ain't directed, then don't respect it"
You see 'em out in public, they gon' act like they never said it
I see by the C side, I throw it up two times
Yo nigga got it gangsta, Carti bought it off Groupon
One of the young niggas that be getting love in the city
From the hood to the dub in the tub pull up with 'em

Pull up in frog eyes, yeah, nigga we winning
Amiris on low if not wheat Timbs
Me and 42 pulling up in twin Bentleys
Peanut butter seats so my windows tinted
Know I keep two flags on bang
I just drop a Urus for the gang
Turnt from the D to LA
Always keep it a hunnid K

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