Tay 400 & TFE Sheedo - Gang Slang

These niggas beefing up for hoes, we bringing all the smoke
And when I catch that nigga lacking, rock him like a boat
He acting crazy 'cause he chip up now he smoking dope
Boy you cannot run from me, got vision like a telescope
'Cause when I slide through, I throwing up my fours
Keep on doing all that woofing 'til we kicking in your door
Keep on doing all that talking, bet we up the fucking score
Boy that bitch ain't mine and that bitch ain't yours
Slice him now he bleeding like a paper cut
And I just cooling in my section, get my paper up
And only Jesus be your savior when we shake you up
I tryna leave you on the corner, tryna break you up
Nigga this that gang shit, hollow tips we bang shit
We on a different time bitch, south side slang shit
Since you acting like you slimey, get ya nose wipe and shit
She on the 'net and she too grimey, cannot be my wife and shit
I ain't looking like no fender, so I know I never bend
Hard headed ass nigga, staying wild to the end
And I cooling like a A/C, I ain't never need no friends
This a newer type addition, something like a next gen
I cannot pretend, so I starting on this shit, I gotta go with it
And they ain't know a nigga could've switch he flow with it
Wicked with this shit because I chose for it
If ain't no pressure in that blunt, then I ain't smoking it
If that ain't no heavy dro' in there, then I ain't blowing it
And he's a pussy, I don't know why he ain't showing it
He tryna hide that scary image, he a hoe with it
I say we soon up on the top, we gotta go for it
I spit that gang shit, niggas know how we play it
Know you don't like me, just waiting for you to say it
Tryna beat the doonies down whenever I get to slide in it
He cop that gun, it catching dust, nigga just riding round with it
Top figure, gangalang, I rep that to the T
You hella fanned out, but in public you tryna compete with me
Give you the bitch and you still mad, bey what else you want from me
Niggas ain't really opps, they mad because they can't hang you see
I peep the hate, dawg I could feel it in the atmosphere
Throw back the 30 'fore I step out, pill up anywhere
In all my years, I never see a nigga I could fear
They claim they gang but when it's time to ride, they disappear
Puffing big clouds, heavy dro' inside my lungs king
Me and Tay on the track, that shit hotter than the sun king
And niggas goofy, they ain't really tryna bump king
Premium exotic pack, that stinker than a skunk king
Bitches come from fucking with me to go and fuck round with some bums king
Better do it if I lack 'cause I ain't gon' do it for you
The back door wide open, they don't play this shit by the rules
Goofy niggas cop deuces and say they slap me up in school
Done sight the plot and I done peep all that flodgy shit
Don't care who you know, we ain't clicking up with no clique
Don't care how good she look, I cool on that hoe bitch
Locked in with real niggas and I ain't tryna switch sides
He dissing but back in the day that nigga was tryna dick ride
She diss me with the same mouth that my dick was inside
Can't even diss her, swear to God, she got that slip slide
I want so much blues in my pocket like I get crip ties
On the come-up, yeah, soon on the top in quick time

Written by:
Rasheed Dewar, Shaqcoby Taylor

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