Tay 400 & TFE Sheedo - Gang Slang 2

Hit a nigga with a needle like he taking a shot
I need purple on the rocks
He steady slipping on that side he need to pull up he socks
She getting kick straight to the curb if she rock with them snots
They thinking this shit gon' be over but this could never stop
They think I ain't know that they snakey but I done hear the plot
We the ones niggas tryna copy, yeah they steady gon' mock
Eyes mucky off that shit, I think I need some clarity
I only tryna get this bag so why they mad at me
That nigga always talking murder but ain't clap at me
She never get over me so she stay attacking me
They always ask for free features like this a charity
Niggas be dissing on the 'net but really fans of me
I need the syrup in my system, I in withdrawal
I ain't had it in couple months and now I pissed off
And if they hit him with the chop, his shit gon' lift off
.40 kick him in his shit, take his lid off
You cannot taste what's in my cup, you cannot sip off
Gang slang what I speak, yeah that's that gang talk
And niggas ain't hitting for real, that's only bang talk
Top figure, gangalang, yeah that's that gang talk
Bounce in the place jiggy, bussing up my gang walk
And you ain't cut to fuck with us, you cannot hang dawg
I only tryna catch a bounce and put the gang on
From I on the track, that's heat from you cut the track on
And if I hit her off a perc, can't get my nut off
And I be blessing the beat, I just put my touch on
If you ain't rocking with the gang, then get the fuck on
If you ain't rocking with the gang, then get the fuck on
And I can't geek about no thot, just get my nut off
But we got things all up in here for all that run on
So ain't no staining up in here, boy you get done on
But it get tragic
Youngin with a dream, he gotta hustle, make it happen
Running out of time, I tryna cop me a new Patek
Got a beam up on that shit so it surprise you like it's magic
He put like three inside the cup, that boy done turn into a addict
And if I was a keyboard, you would know I never cap
Coming first, no Sha'carri, can't come last up on no track
Pussy boy, I in my element, don't come in here with that
He mathematic when I see him, if he play he get subtract
Playing boujee, how the fuck she acting celibate
And I won't speak about that shit but that's the end of it
And CJ on that freak out shit, that boy on ten with it
A solid nigga, never fold, it ain't no bend in it
From me and Sheedo on the track, they recommending it
Like no for real bey, that's a banger, comprehend the shit
They say they run the city but we know that's no way
You say you thugging, that ain't even what your hoe say
These hoes bugging, I can't give a groupie no trace
And like a pencil with no lead, he getting erase
He coming like a lawyer, .40 in he briefcase
I cannot trip over a hoe, I got my shoe laced
You cannot copy what I do, you cannot duplicate
I really sick of all these jokers, I recuperate
And bitch it's Tay, don't call me "Coby" you is a groupie bey
It's me and bro'nem on the track, let's cut a movie bey

Written by:
Shaqcoby Taylor, Rasheed Dewar

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