Niggas Kno and Bitches Kno Pt. 1

[Intro: Bang Da Hitta]
(Gang)
Die L's Die Dale
Bitch
Shut the fuck up, bitch
Don’t say shit, don’t say shit, shut the fuck up, nigga
Bitch
(Gang)

[Verse 1: Bang Da Hitta]
Pull up do a nigga like Blake face
Sneak dissin’ end up like AJ
My niggas insane they cray cray
Broad day, may day like DayDay
Leave a nigga in a chair like Slamma
How the fuck you got shot, you had a hammer
Iceman's just a bitch and a rapper, same goofy that I treated on camera
2 Pap Splash Gang I’m with that, bop out gang, knock a nigga shit back
My niggas ape shit like Jumanji, DOA in the hallway like Munchie Y’all broke ain’t get no money, bro off that Keno
That funky, trap beat familiar with them junkies
Free smoke, fuck nigga who want one
Lucci wit the 40, yeah, Kemo had a shorty
Got Streetz on hundred, take you out your glory
Might call Bigz and Shay but that's 'nother story, fuck
All my niggas bad news like Maury
Whack a nigga put his ass in the sun times, free Shotta, free Spazz Niggas workin with the police
Ain't no lackin in the field so I keep the bitch on me Do his ass like Vallan, hide ya kids we coming

[Verse 2: PBG Kemo]
Why you keep Young Pappy on your lips for?
And on Mosey on bro, you get drilled for (Mose Deuce)
Hollow tips through his body, get ya feel on
Niggas see shit, stop blue steel on
Currently smoke Keke, new pack
If you sees blue dreads better move back
Keno getting high, can’t come back
And I’m rolling like Slamma when I’m off flatz
By the way I'm from the Worth, not FarwellI be on the Mag like ah well
TFG the fucking guys
I get nailed, but that's never cause I never tuck no tails, never fly, never run boy, don’t bail
Cause Savage Sheen and Midnite knock more shells
Lil Terry back down so it’s all hell, Tell the opps and the cops we have no chill PBG on tight y’all know that, all the hoes on our dick, you want your hoe back
Niggas Low On Cash, that’s so bad, y’all cliqueing with the hooks called 4 ass
Now Lil4 boy, that’s mo’ gas, in the backwood chilling with his smoked ass, gang 'nem bop out with no mask
Niggas taking hella shells no blow back

[Verse 3: Bang Da Hitta]
Smoke a nigga bright and early like [?]
Man shoutout my plug, my esse
My niggas run around with SKs
Niggas fade with the shot like MJ
Y’all clowns, Y'all goofy Y'all dancers
Don’t wanna see Kemo like cancer
My niggas kill niggas at random, green light when we see King Samson

[Verse 4: PBG Kemo]
Ride back with the Bulls, like Rose, niggas all in feelings cuz' Pappy in my soul, and they hoes catch feelings and they won’t let em go I’d rather drop an L, or a Dale or a 4
On bro, niggas play tough, you a big boy still get ya weight up
I’ll slide up on you, shots fired, wake up
Then dutty get me gone so don’t try to race us

[Verse 5: Bang Da Hitta]
Lil’ Duke ain’t shit but a mascot, another clown had a gun, got his ass shot
I see you lackin there’s a pattern for you fuck niggas
Bitch this is the reason my niggas having fun with ya
You niggas Low On Cash, see the bum niggas
Slide on Juneway let the drum hit ya
Fuck Teezy, Fuck Marcus, Fuck Lil 4
Fuck Pig, Fuck Murda, Fuck Keno

[Verse 6: PBG Kemo]
Take it easy, move around y'all ain’t on shit
Pillow talkin', I don't put my trust in no bitch Lucci got the 40 grade and shorty won’t miss
We up 5, matter fact, boy, we up 6
We staying on designer boy that shit mix, Balmain, Rockstars and a few sticks
How you tryin’ to catch feelings but you do dicks
T.I.A that's mean stop shorty, dismissed