Flight Gang G.A. - '96 Mike

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
You know what the fuck going on nigga
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Plug been trying to tax you I can't blame you, take him off dog
Brodie say his hoe been cheating on him shake it off dog
Police can't ask me nothing about nothing i don't talk dog
Don't know nothing about no murder I was, playing golf dog
Fucking right, fucking right, All about paper
These niggas, internet gangsta's, clout chasers
Glock toter, bear poker, I'm in rare form
Red light, kept going
Ran it up, 10 summers, ain't took no breaks
Still running, run it up, ain't in no shape
Bad bitch, want a bag, Jimmy choo
What you mean? text her back, jimmy who
I don't be buying these bitches nothing hoe you must got me confused
Probably go swim with some sharks before I take you on a cruise
Tell a hoe stop being worsome, that lil pussy I can't purchase
And oh yeah, I don't pay for verses or purses.
I pulled up with sumn curvy in sumn cost 100 thou
I know these pussy niggas mad at me but my mama proud
Ball on a nigga ball on a nigga
Remember I couldn't call on a nigga
Now I put it in they face I got it all on lil nigga
Ain't fuck wit me, I was broke now Ima dog on the bitches
Nah foreal, big ol' woof
2021 the coupe and that hoe came without a roof
My lil side hoe be lying but her head game the truth
Fishtailing out the parking lot I'm leaving magic
I still got some cash on me and I'm leaving out with the baddest
I came up from selling baggies, yea hand to hand shit
Im the goat, in my city riding round in some lamb shit
In the cut I'm staying low I'm out the way I keep it kool
And if you hit one of my hoes well congratulations to you
Plug been trying to tax ya I can't blame ya, take em off dog
Brodie say his hoe been cheating on em, shake it off dog
Nigga like me gon fuck her friend
Nigga like me gon have her bussin it in the backseat of this benz
Nigga like me don't love these hoes dawg to me that don't make sense
Nigga like me gon have these P's hid somewhere behind these vents
Yea no tints
Trying to find me one to drive it , this a rental car from hertz
Give this hoe 500 dollars make it back home with this work
I been road running, gettin more money then u can imagine
Take from who, yeah you got the right one I'm a let you have it
Let this blicky go to blasting, I like guns like that's my passion
All my niggas stand on the business, and we ain't doing no crashing
Got a call from one of my dogs he say his plug been doing him dirty
He used to pay like 21, lately he been paying 30
Plug been trying to tax ya I can't blame ya, take em off dog
Don't know nothing bout no murder I was, playing golf dog
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
You know what the fuck going on nigga
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Written by:
Darius Harris

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