PS2 Lyrics

Hmm, Gang Gang Gang

(Bitch, Bitch, Bitch)

Gang Gang Gang

(Very Rare)

I ain't no muh fuckin' Tisakorean but I still do my muh fuckin' thing on this bitch

And we getting straight up to the racks now

And that choppa gone beat a bitch back out

And I'm gone sip this drank till I black out

And I beat a bitch face wit ha' ass out

And I don't fuck wit cats in my trap house

We gone play ps2's wit our macs out

Don't test me I'm known to go lash out

I'm gone get to this money till I pass out

And this muh fuckin choppa gone eat up his face

One call to his savior, not sparrin' him grace

I'm gone up the 4, bg uppin' the k

Bfree in the cut, don't give a fuck whatchu think

Teayo my shoota he bust ya madula fa' bank

Cambo rollin' up straight up exotic it stank

Davo the general, we pull up in tanks

Wag still in that puffer, gone buss ya' for drank

See I wanna know what this pussy gone do

When I'm uppin' this choppa might shoot ya fa loot

Ian never been one to not give you the boot

One call to lil korrye, we def' finna scoot

We gone up these sticks but bitch we is not groot

But these bullets do definitely come from our roots

I got this big 4, we gone up it n shoot

My niggas about it, they like who is you

Beating these beats I don't give em no hook

Put dick in her spleen , know I'm leavin' her shook

Put them lil guns down boy go pick up a book

Big vet pussy boy you is a rook

We know you not bout lil boy is a bitch

We get rowdy like rebel no roddy we rich

That muhfuckin choppa put him in a ditch

Catch him innat jam, we gone turn on the switch

I neva let up, gotta step on the petal

This big hefty bitch, choppa heavy like metal

This blick eat em like sum strawberry jello

I put on this hoodie get shootin like melo

Or maybe I'm steph when I shoot from the 3

We aimin' for heads, we not shootin' at knees

Put a glock to his head, and that boy beggin' please

That boy is not bout it, he jus act what he see

I get the 4 and I'm up and I'm dumpin'

This shit instrumental, not playing wit trumpets

The gang really crazy we stay onnat dumb shit

The fuck out my face with them dumb ass assumptions

We throwing them hands like a heavyweight bout

He gone freeze innat jam, he gone die innat drought

He say he a menace, that's sum I doubt

Choppa spit when we spot em' he dying fa clout