Bring Ya Whole Crew Lyrics

Never took a L, how im back winnin

N my Og beat a charge, now he back spinnin

He lil rusty wit da aim but we Mac 10'n

Roll a honey berry up, we leave em packed in it

When u fuck her real good, make her act different

Tried to pull out for da nut, she put me back in it

Gotta nine on her desser iont lack wit it

Feel like Thugga at da bank, way i stack digits

Big Dubb n im known to have dem big bands

I just ran into ya bitch, she a big fan

I just dropped 200k i got big plans

I just copped a hunnit rounds for da big thang

Put a X all on his head, homie hit it on da mark

Gotta clip full cupids, we gone put em thru his heart

Tried to skrt off in da wheel, but dat shit aint push to start

Treat da ops like a sneaky links cuz we hit em after dark

Dont ask me bout no bitch, pussy boy iont kiss n tell

38s n 44s we aint droppin shells

How ya man come home, he aint get a bail

Errbody know he told, he aint hit a cell

Trae Young when they run, imma hawk em down

Tried to play for both sides, prolly caught a round

Let em talk all on da net, cuz iont hear a sound

Round five for da ops, cuz imma send da hounds

Nigga prolly hittin heaven 'for he hit da ground

If dat pussy aint good, she cant hang around

Lotta markers in dat clip, i can paint a clown

Nigga used to be my man, he a hater now

Used to be a bad bitch, she a basic now

Put up numbers in da field, u cant stay in bounds

Doing magic wit da stick, niggas sayin how

Hit em once in head, right between da brows

Saw his ass person n he froze up

All dem pics wit a pole, n u got poked up

N his lil bitch mad, i aint show up

Tryna get fucked real hard, get her soul touched

N my niggas on go, keep a poled tucked

Put a body in a blunt when they roll up

She go crazy wit da mouth, im like hold up

Tried to beg me not to go, had to ghost her

Vlone on my back, got her lovin my sweater

Red beam, hot sauce, it make every gun betta

Keep my eye on backdoors, i can spot me a set up

If a nigga want try, he a prolly get wet up

Lotta niggas act real, but its never da fellas

Nah you aint a big steppa, cuz u light as a feather

Four figures on da drip, yeah i put it togther

Figure Four on ya bitch, when im tying dem legs up

N dem 223s get to flippin on em

Yeah dat clip hold 33, i put dat Pippen on em

Yeah he thought he had a bag, but im shittin on em

Put a dolla on his dome, its good riddance homie

Yeah im all up in her walls, n its written on em

Yeah dat pussy feel tighter than a fitted on me

Point Guard wit da music, got da vision for it

You wont see me when i make it, gotta listen for me

He ont care if its hot, lil brodie spint da. block

He on snapple cap drills, he just tryn pop a top

N u know my money long, i can tie it in a knot

N i am what i am, but im never what im not

Niggas acting pussy, why they end up in a box

Yeah dem shells mo fire, imma drop em like its hot

He did all dat self snitchin, n u thought it was a bop

Had to pull up on his ass, we deliver, we ont knock