Gonna Be Great Lyrics

Hey hey

Gonna be great due to the hate

Gonna be great due to the hate (watch out niggas)

Gonna be great due to the hate

Gonna be great due to the

Gonna be great due to the hate

Trimming the garden watching for snakes

Spit in ya face we never relate

I'm chasing a bag it's making em mad

Playing them block, spinning on opps

This shit is like skelly they plucking ya top

Niggas be bugging they thinking they hot

Im calling the gang we bending the block

Gonna be great due to the hate

Trimming the garden watching for snakes

Spit in ya face we never relate

Chasing a bag that's making em mad

Playing them block spinning on opps

This shit is like skelly they plucking ya top

Niggas be bugging they thinking they hot

Im calling the gang we bending the block

The revolution will be televised

Rap niggas tell a lot of lies

Hit a bug nigga wit a pesticide

Run down on em I don't let it slide

Gang shit you could never hide

Throw it up nigga let it fly

Twist ya fingers up yea to the sky

Till its time to ride or its time to die

I ain't jacking what yall jack (I'm not)

I ain't rapping how yall rap (I'm not)

I just stack fall back

Smoke weed kick raps

Bad bitches at the kickback

Rubbing all on my six pack

No small talk no chit chat

Where the weed bitch i just lit that

Rolling up with the gang

Raise it up see a flame

All you heard was a bang

Don't make my niggas take aim

Pass the rings and the chains

Send you back where you came

Pulling up like screech nigga

You a whole nerd you a geek nigga

Fall back 223's Make 'em fall flat

OCR yea we on that

Ask floc where the strong at

In the studio where the bong at

We gone drop bombs yea we on that

Gotta lace up my timb's for combat

We been ready for war we on that (Nigga what)

The moment I waited for

Where my moms don't pay bills I pay em all

This shit ain't a game what you playing for

If I catch him lacking he take it off

These Niggas play hard but they really soft

In a foreign I'm skirting I'm pulling off

And you know that you kwueve if you with boss

Too all of my exes y'all took a lost

I call em Mc chickens cause they the sauce

When they see me I'm dripping I'm dipping off

In designer that Nigga just afford

I'm official

Ion need not a stripe or whistle

Just a stroke of the hand They a get you

And that's word to my man they gone get you