Gang Rockers - Whylin' (feat. Ca$h Rodgers, Young DLO & Velli)

Don't need a reminder
She want to hang with the stars
And who better than us
Cause we shiners
She use whatever I'm rapping
As all of her captions
You wanting her back
Well come find her
N****s ain't eating they fasting Stepping high fashion
Draped in the latest designer
We going crazy fasho ain't no kinda
Lit all the time say
The rockers be wilding
Don't need a reminder
She want to hang with the stars
And who better than us
Cause we shiners
She use whatever I'm rapping
As all of her captions
You wanting her back
Well come find her
N****s ain't eating they fasting Stepping high fashion
Draped in the latest designer
We going crazy fasho ain't no kinda
Lit all the time say
The rockers be wilding
Real player shit gang rocker shit
Your bitch with me cause
She know what it is man
I ain't gotta do a bunch of talking
I ain't gotta do a bunch of flashy shit
I just do what I do
And she come through yeah
I don't even care
What shorty be saying to me
As long as she say that we fucking
She went from me to DLO then Velli
Whole time she ain't know
That's my brother and cousin
Being looking at Beezie confused
I mean I be perplexed
Anytime that he mention a budget Like we ain't outchea
Running up numbers like
My fingers ain't blue
From these hundreds
She yelling period
Like ended discussions
She let me smash and crash Percussion without repercussions
The realest in it
Ain't no room for assumptions
Yeah yeah wait ooo fighting rumors
Made it through all the rumblings
Get put in a backwood
If you ever fronting
Money long winded
Ain't worried bout nothing n***a
You see this shit I got on man
I just took another bitch and replaced Her with my other bitch
I just got a motherfucking new whip And replaced it for my other whip
We going up n***a
Talking my shit all day
Young DLO in this bitch
I need that check today I don't want To talk if ain't bout hunnids
I spark the blizzy and look up and I see the stars in the Wraith
So what that means
I've been getting this cake
We going keep making these bangers Til n****s awake
Straight at your neck like a trach
I need the back end
Lil baby going give me that becky
The way that she shake it
And moving that thing man
I know that she ready
Lil mami a wetty
Way more than focused
Keep counting up feddy
We popping bottles
Just peep the confetti
I'm bout to blow up
I'm way more than ready
Play with a demon
That's way more than deadly
Aim with precision
My hand is too steady
Dm me bout a bitch
But I fucked her already
Gotta go
Yeah Saint Laurent down man
Young dummy out here man
You already know how we get
Me DLO cash Off-White on the feet
Fuck what they talking bout man
Four door after coupe
I be riding through slutty
She got a friend
I put dick in her buddy
Jeans super ripped up
I'm walking through rugged
Hen after Dusse
I'm off gas ima chug it
She gonna come through the crib
When she touch on the dick
It's going stand up and
Then she gonna hug it
I only like money
I'm no good at math
So when I was in school
I was failing the subject
Shoot out the cab shoot out the roof Me and Young DLO
Be coming through dumping
I got some cash in my pocket
And cash in the passenger seat when I'm driving 200
Geeked off the perc I'm off the herbs I feel like Herb
N***a who run it I'm in the stu Putting in work
Flipping some verbs
Lil n***a who done it
Don't need a reminder
She want to hang with the stars
And who better than us
Cause we shiners
She use whatever
I'm rapping as all of her captions
You wanting her back
Well come find her
N****s ain't eating they fasting Stepping high fashion
Draped in the latest designer
We going crazy fasho ain't no kinda
Lit all the time say
The rockers be wilding
Don't need a reminder
She want to hang with the stars
And who better than us
Cause we shiners
She use whatever I'm rapping
As all of her captions
You wanting her back
Well come find her
N****s ain't eating they fasting Stepping high fashion
Draped in the latest designer
We going crazy fasho ain't no kinda
Lit all the time say
The rockers be wilding

Written by:
D'Angelo Thompson, David Thompson Jr., Ryan Cox

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