Gambit ft. Steve Francis Lyrics

Free 1600 nigga

You already Know the vibes

Look

Ay

My dog keep telling me we gone be straight

We still got shit up in motion

Niggas know they can't fuck with Banks

Let's get this shit in the open

I don't even be on the block no more, I'm focused

Bounce back, trap reloaded

Had to move outta the spot, think somebody scoped it

Pack land, Trap re-opened

Get the work out of the spot

I brought the load in

Somebody noticed

Get on this beat and I float it

My flow been the coldest

Hundred ways I could approach this

Glock 19 I'm toatin'

Touch my bro, I'm rolling

Tell the security sneak my 4 in

That's my dog, can't leave me loafin'

My shit OG, it's just potent

Life working out how I planned it

Break down a P, boy I'm 'bout to do damage

If money talks, why you don't understand it?

I'm just playing with the cards I was dealt like Gambit

They ain't talking 'bout shit, Just rambling

I'll get him hit for the shit that he stamping

Won't leave my trap, I'm jugging and jamming

Won't stop grinding, pushing my name and brand

Until this shit cover the planet

My faith in my art

I spit out my thoughts and watch how it cover the Canvas

I'll throw you a pack if you can manage

With tax, that's standard

Stuff dick in her back, that's standard

When I think about rap? Expanding

Expanding

Expanding

Say Less brand, free shipping and handling

I don't know who the fuck they playing with

I'll go back to the old me and blam it

They don't know what I did

They don't know what I seen

I ain't push that button with panic

Now days they want you to go blitz yourself

And y'all do the crime and go Gram it

Its Crazy

Mane what's up big Banks

I'm riding through White Haven bumping that Quarantine 2

That 28 Grams go hard mane

Keep doing your thing Mane

Much love from the M, straight to Uptown

My dog keep telling me we gone be straight

We still got shit up in motion

Niggas know they can't fuck with Banks

Let's get this shit in the open

I don't even be on the block no more, I'm focused

Bounce back, trap reloaded

Had to move outta the spot, think somebody scoped it

Pack land, Trap re-opened

Trap Re-opened

You can bet it

I'm trying to cop a Roley, But factory set it

I ain't running from nobody, I ain't athletic

I'm pushing up on him to check it

I got shit in my head, I suppress it

The gun with suppression

I love the aesthetics

From a city where hate is expected

Bitch I'm with got a vibe, it's eclectic

You a thug? Yeah I know you said it, and said it, and said it

Now I don't respect t it

Cause if you really was the man you say you was

You wouldn't be the one to tell it

I can pearl me a Jay of the Za & marvel at the looks before I go inhale it

Life's good, now it's copacetic

The hate and the doubt will sink you if you let it

My dog keep telling me we gone be straight

We still got shit up in motion

We locked and loaded

Ain't no loading

Get this shit in the open

I don't even be on the block no more, I'm

Far from hoe shit, oh shit

Had to move out of the spot, think somebody scoped it

Ay B-Jay

18, Man I told you

Don't look back man

Every level is another Devil

10-steps ahead

You look back when it's time to say check mate

Other than that

Say Less

Franchise

Yeah