Rooster Talk

[Chorus: BandGang Biggs]
Catch him out in traffic, turn into a mad man
Take that nigga life until the mag jammed
Move work, hit the block, and let the bag dance
Fuck you niggas talking bout, real bag man
Meet the plug, in and out, really add bands
Why yo nigga talking bout how he done had bands (fuck outta here)
We don't wanna here that boosting talk
Fuck a chicken lil nigga, this that rooster talk, rooster talk
You got chicken ima show you how that rooster talk, rooster talk
If you got chicken nigga welcome to that rooster talk

[Verse 1: BandGang Jizzle P]
Swiping with them killers, they itching, they on a [?]
Master [?] , them withdraws a bitch
40's with the beam, extendos all in the bitch
I'm in the hood with that shit
Corn looking like a brick nigga
Money counting, steady clicking
Rooster got me limping, money
Louie's ain't got strings, so these hoes ain't tripping
I ain't sweating a bitch, not from afar
I got that old macdonald on me bitch
Welcome to the farm

[Verse 2: BandGang Biggs]
I open my eyes, look at my watch, im whipping these spots
Say yo cop, bettern't fuck up, these niggas the cops
I'm father Glock
I'm tuckin and duckin, i'm letting off rounds
Sweating off pounds, that's how shit be when you letting off rounds
I play on the block, swiping my sack, this shit is so hot
But if i should stop, then i won't eat, bitch i rather not
Bitch i rather die, that's how shit be, put it on god
Bandgang broke, now that is a joke, put it on yal
Bitch

[Chorus: BandGang Biggs]
Catch him out in traffic, turn into a mad man
Take that nigga life until the mag jammed
Move work, hit the block, and let the bag dance
Fuck you niggas talking bout, real bag man
Meet the plug, in and out, really add bands
Why yo nigga talking bout how he done had bands (fuck outta here)
We don't wanna here that boostin talk
Fuck a chicken lil nigga, this that rooster talk, rooster talk
You got chicken ima show you how that rooster talk, rooster talk
If you got chicken nigga welcome to that rooster talk

[Verse 3: BandGang Masoe]
Loaded and its going out of east oakland
Still thugging, thousand miles away with strap pokin
46 in 2 liter, don't know where i'm going
But i'm still going bitch, driving goo goo where we goin?
Making home feel like i scored and done went touched down
When the shot, last seconds scum, this rolli bust down
Pay rent, threw a couple pounds of that good sound
Catch me off coast, in family coven, bitches love our style
Little nigga 17, he don't budge a smile
Talkin all loud gone get you hit all in yo fucking frown
Making money clean, money never count the dirty
Love my brother dirty, we run hoes like Kentucky derby
Niggas selling hit juice, shit pink as Kirby
DD just got 30, he ain't guap no more, his strap curry , Money