sideways ? Lyrics

Nigga try me once, nigga, the. Im clutchin', ya

I got this strap, nigga, and I'm bussin'

Whole gang going up, nigga, I know that this a blessing

Tryna test some, you could test Gen-5

That's what I'm clutching

And they talkin' bout blaze, blaze

I used to fuck with some of these fakes, but now, I just look at 'em sideways, yuh

I get the check, it go my way, yuh

And these shootas do what I say

I wonder why niggas pump fake

And my shootas they at yo' place, yeah

He tried to run, then he trip

Gas in my lungs, but I'm not sick

I call up lil' bro, then we dumpin, ya

I got gas up in my lungs, this shit don't feel right

If he talk to hot, he get clipped, like it's Fortnite

And these niggas couldn't stop me, yuh

Bad bitch off the what?

Bad bitch off the Roxy, yeah

Tryna run up, but you holdin' no weight

Good gas, I'ma smoke it today

She a thot nigga, that ain't yo bae

We got K's nigga we don't debate

I got MAC—10 at the function

I know you up to something

And these niggas be fake, so who do I trust in

Bitch I trust in the fye, that's what I'm clutchin'

Bitch, we leave you slumpin'

He diss then we rush him

My pockets big, nigga like a cushion

My pockets big, nigga they is fat

I told yo lil' bro to get back

We get yo' big bro for a rack

I heard yo' lil' bro is it a rat

Nigga you talk down, then you wacked

Walk down, we got straps

Bitch we got drums, nigga we got gats

You is a bum nigga, yeah I guessed, ya