Done It B4

[Intro]
(Luna piped me up for this one)
Brr
Free Draco
8564
Bounce Out Gang (They got Wooskii on the mix)

[Verse]
Road runnin', I done done that shit before (I done that shit before)
Pole jumpin', bro 'nem done that shit before (Jump your fuckin' gate)
We [?], know we love that shit for sure (We love that shit)
Done mention gang, we pull up tweakin' and get ghost (And get ghost)
Don't at me teethin' on not 'net, that shit for hoes (That shit for bitches)
And we don't brag 'bout what we do 'cause that shit show (Niggas know)
They sayin' they tired of hearin' that shit, bitch, free thе bros (Bitch, free the gang)
And every nigga that playеd with us, they got exposed (Got exposed)
I'm out with Ruger, we in traffic, double 'bows (Snowman)
And only thing he seen was flash, couldn't strike a pose (Baow, baow)
And if it's up I'm on your ass, I'm lettin' you know (I'm lettin' you know)
Fuck tryna diss me, show your face, let's get it on (Let's get it on)
I'll hop out tweakin' with this glitch, I bet he gone (Brr)
SRTs, we switchin' V's, no, we don't own 'em (Skrrt)
Bitch, we want ten for a striker, we ain't boldin' (No, we ain't boldin')
And lil' folks better tuck his ice if we don't know him (If we don't know him)
He say it's sweet comin' through this bitch, watch, we gon' show him (We gon' show him)
Like sendin' this pic', we hit the block, we pop out throwin' (Baow, baow, baow)
And all these bitches choose, don't trust her, that bitch go (That bitch thot)
Audi A8 ridin' low-low, this bitch foreign (This bitch foreign)
392, red key, this bitch roarin' (Skrrt, skrrt)
High speed chase, we left the jakes, this shit gettin' borin' (Shit get borin')
Call up Bibby, where you at? You know he scorin' (Where you at?)
Couldn't blame him for that shit, can't lie, this shit get borin' (Uh-huh)
Nah, for real, I hate the streets, these niggas turn into the jakes (The jakes)
Out here turnin' on they mans for these bands, these niggas snakes (They snakes)
Out here playin' in the kitchen like this shit sweet, get your ass baked (Cooked)
Niggas know that I ain't friendly, get to close get your ass faced (Baow)
I been workin' for the fam', can't let 'em down, that's somethin' I hate (Nah)
Opps be postin' on the 'Gram like they outside, what? I was late?

[Outro]
Man, what the fuck, man?
Rah, where the fuck is you at, bro?
What the fuck, bro? (Goof-ass niggas)
Where the fuck is you at, bro?
I'm in the back, I'm finna pull up
On Stone, your ass— Bibby, what the fuck, bro?
And bring that with you, foe, bring that with you, foe (Brr, brr, brr)
Come on, man, you know I'm on the way, nigga
Grab that, grab that, grab that, grab that, brr, brr, brr
Bitch, we on that