Don't Lack

(альбом: 156 - 2018)

[SZ:]
Uh-uh
NGang!
Niggas know, niggas know

Flip the pack and then make that cash
See the opps but them man just dash
Ain't on nothing, them man just Patts
Love the tings so them man just chat
Been 'round there tryna turn man pack
Pray for your bro, hope he don't get whacked
Don't go O 'cause might not come back
On the ride, make sure you don't lack
Been round there, you get splashed or dashed
Bro, T was moving all wass
Hit my man with his own shank
Anywhere gang hop-out and crash
Put your hands on my brothers, mad
Niggas talk about getting bands
Where's your house, come round with that scram
Ride every time, we don't need no plan

[NitoNB:]
Couple niggas got sticks like grandad
Big blade backed out from my man bag
See me roll with' a nigga with' a backpack
No hesitation, man slap that, yo
Come to your block and bill it
No burger ting but gang fill it
No burger ting but man's dishing dishing
I flew up cunch and went missing
You was in your room just chilling, billing
More interested in women
Beef us, are you kiddin'?
Mind who you're dissing
Back out my shank start twitching
Tell cats don't jook him on an opp boy down, they're good the long distance
Pussio eediyat, bruv, we turned victim
Fifty nitts, that's what a man's gripping
Go through your top, your top it gets whipping
T-shirt bloody, bloody it's all dripping
Tell man, "Shut up, fuck arff, stop snitching"
Them boy run arff, run arff like chicken
And I remember that day, being played by my balls and that then my shank got Christened
Caught my man on the mains, straight up dipped him

[SZ:]
Flip the pack and then make that cash
See the opps but them man just dash
Ain't on nothing, them man just Patts
Love the tings so them man just chat
Been 'round there tryna turn man pack
Pray for your bro, hope he don't get whacked
Don't go O 'cause might not come back
On the ride, make sure you don't lack
Been round there, you get splashed or dashed
Bro, T was moving all wass
Hit my man with his own shank
Anywhere gang hop-out and crash
Put your hands on my brothers, mad
Niggas talk about getting bands
Where's your house, come round with that scram
Ride every time, we don't need no plan

Grab the mash and just bang it
Them man chat but them man just dashing
Ain't on nutting, them man just chatting
Come round 'ere, get your head back mashing
And my brosdem get to splashing
Trackie and gloves, we don't wear that for fashion
They trap, rap but don't get no cash in
RLK, I said that with a passion:
My niggas built brilliant lives
And my niggas done brilliant hits
And these niggas just talking loads
When they get caught they scream like a bitch
And my niggas just lurking hard
That's how we caught my man at his crib
And his bredrin ran, left him, forgot the bro code, silly dumb kid
Man's been on the block from young, when it's fuck the older they can bunned
Fuck age, when you flick a fifteen, when I see your big bros them man still run
That's your girl, man skeet on her tongue
Don't try me man I'm not the one
See my man, the whip can get spun
RLK, don't say that for fun
Got splashed in his leg
And his bro's 'dem let that happen
And his nigga got got in his face
And his bro's 'dem just start dashing
And his nigga got caught at his gaff
Man, you already know what happened
How you keep left your friend?
For real, them man need to pattern