paketov

My niggas with the shits, everybody off yops all night
Go grab that nick
Nine times out outta 10 won't fight (No I won't fight)
You ain't did no hit, I can tell you ain't took no life (You ain't took no lives)
Hit a crib for the racks
And the flats when I gotta get right
Knocking niggas down my sport
Internet goon, but he still on the porch
I catch a opp lacking then he gone get torched
We the Mustang Gang, can't run from a horse
We don't give a fuck, shoot him in the airport
We don't give a fuck, leave him on the back porch
We don't give a fuck if his mom and his dad looking sad
Too bad we still gone torch
600, we holding up
I don't think niggas wanna blow at us
In the foreign riding fast
Just me and cuz
OTF, O'Block they roll with us (Six hunna)
And we toasted up
Riding through the Drive and we posted up
And the party get loud when we showing up
I be high as fuck
But the hoes on me and they feel that pole on me
I'm just in my RayBans tryna see what I could see
And my goon keep heat so he won't go sweet
Double-O be the squad, swear to God Double-O go hard
And my nigga Lil Chief, you know bro gone squad
Better keep your piece, cause we stopping the yard
Niggas stink, like bro did you fart?
Do a drill out the top of the car
Popping pills, now I'm staring at the stars
My niggas with the shits, we are