Gang Shit

[Intro]
Helluva made the beat, baby

[Verse 1: OnFully]
Stay in my rere view, I can't get caught in traffic
No, that time ain't changed shit, fuck you thought I'm acting
They had me sitting on that bitch, gave niggas time to practice
And I ain't been home in about a week, in that time I lapped him
He tried to run that stupid shit, [?]
I tried to leave them alone, but I keep relapsing
He put that work in for the gang, might lock [?]
But I'ma make sure that he straight, my nigga Ace relaxing
This new nigga sware he gang, but he ain't, I taxed him
Brodie brought the roll out, told him wait, I'll match him
Black fit, [?] me and Drake, we matching
We gon' drop his ass [?] hit his face before he put his hands up

[Verse 2: Baby Grizzley]
8400 to 9 K, you know what's going on
You know what's up when we pull up, niggas, we going long
Lil hoes [?] opps, bitch, you hoing wrong
Spin [?] that shit gon' end up going wrong
We stacking B's like [?] big head
30 [?] sick, if I hit [?]
These hoes messy, don't get killed for what your bitch said
Play with me, I'm coming like a bull, [?]
I'm tapped in with [?] them, them boys know I'm official
Throw the wrong flag on the plate, we pull up with wistles
Shout out to the east coast, you know we love pistols
West [?] don't get put in [?]
I'm the type of nigga that be rocking with who started with me
Lamborghini, drac on the side, ain't got the [?] with me
That parter with me, opps iced up, we need those
Pull that wood out, and turn these [?] into weed smoke

[Verse 3: 9000 Rondae]
Chase them down and crash out, demolition race
I put that iron on you, leave you with a crincled face
Caught him off guard, booed up, this ain't Ella Mai
He ain't official, he a fraud, check his resume
You go against the grain, you might meet your maker
Everytime you round 12, that's when you feeling safer
Heard that bullet hit his chest, he on the ventolator
Roll a dice for your life, you don't need a fader