False Idols (RIP FREDO)

(Hook)
You ain't gang
You ain't gang
You ain't gang gang gang
Pull up flexing with the pain
Wiith the pain pain pain
Ima test you out your main
Out your main
Out your main
Want no problems im just saying
Im just saying
Im just saying

[Verse 1]
Bitch you got a problem with me
Come and find me
I ain't never hiding
Ima move in silence
Pull up flexing with that homicidey
God I feel like gotti
When im busting off the kawasaki
Probably kill kermit
Im getting rich and I dont know nobody
All inside me no bitch
And she wanna slide me
Ima big sliding
A big a big timing
Ima so sorry
Your bitch your bitch jock me
Ima pull a robbery
Your bitch your bitch riding
I need a big Glock
Big bullet big shell
I send them big shots
Big shots big shots
They wanna feel now
Feel now feel now
Dont know whats real now
Real now real now
You ain't gang you ain't gang
You ain't gang gang gang
We ain't playing we ain't playing
We not the same same same
Pull up flexing with the bank roll
Aim it at your face hoe
Bitch we ain't the same tho
We ain't gang