With My Gang ft. Slik208 Lyrics

Go to the trap with a gun on my waist If you upin' that pole, you best not hesitate

I hang with some killers who really don't play Cee Money and Shoota, they aim for the face

You say the wrong thing, they go up it and spray

There's one in the chamber, I gotta stay safe

Free all my Eses, locked up in a cage

It's always fuck twelve, man, we run from the jakes

Welcome to my hood a straight Locos

Everywhere you go, you see cholos

Enemigos on the block, finna creep slow

Make the motherfuckers duck, make em get low

Make a hot summer day, really get cold

Steal your bitch, then I make em my main hoe

Always clutching, they know where I lay, bro

Do a crime, don't you snitch, that's case closed

One shot, two shots, I make you run

You talkin' big or bad, I'ma go and see what's up

Let off another clip, let you know the war's begun

No remorse for these chaps, when you see em, light em up

They wanna live this life, so they better toughen up

They pop just a clip and they said, that's enough

We slid through they section we sparked that bitch up

We ain't calling no truce, with these lames are you dumb

L's up fool, so you know what I bang

Don't give a fuck, cause you know what I claim

All of us crazy, we sick in the brain I been through the struggle I felt all the pain

My pockets were empty, we ain't have a thing

I hit licks and licks just to get me some change

Y'all cap in y'all raps on me, we ain't the same

If the feds pick you up, you go snitch on your game

Always active, putting work in these streets

Mobbin' three deep, that's three straps, you go see

DP with them sights, aiming right at your teeth

He said that he's crazy, so bet we go see

Creep on they block, when them putos asleep

It sounds like a war, they don't know what to think

Just like a blood, yeah, I'm makin' em bleed

S L I K fool, that's me

Let me get some shit off my chest

All these motherfuckers really thinkin' they the best

But when they out in public, they ain't bangin no set

How does that work, can you make it make sense

Y'all ain't put no work in, y'all just like the rest

This life ain't no game and this shit ain't pretend

Can't wait for the day that y'all decide to test

These hollows been waiting to go through your chest

Fuck all my opps, nigga, fuck all these lames

Go slide for your dead, the one stuck in the grave

You take one of us, we take six of your main

We up in the score, best believe the same day

Shooter don't miss, get the fuck out his way

They thought I was cappin' till he blew his brain

I fucked on your bitch, she got passed like a train

She fuck with me better, she fuck with my gang