Thang on me

[Hook:]
Moving slow off the lean but I'm still stepping hard
And you pussy niggas soft, don't make me pull your cards
We we're sliding stolen cars like they was go-karts
Toting big shit, knock down those running

[Verse 1:]
All these bitches on my dick that said they didn't like me
I got my gun on me, but you can try and fight me
Brodies fighting seventeen, but he gone keep it solid
I was only fourteen and kept me a rocket
If I catch him out of bounds, then I'mma squeeze on dude
Channel Nine or Fox Five: which one you wanna do
Channel Nine or Fox Five: which one you wanna make
Thought it was all real love and it was all fakе
Tryna let this nigga win but he ain't wanna win
Told the homiеs, I'm kinda bored, I guess It's time to spin
You can't come up around my circle if you ain't tryna slide
187's on their side, another homicide
We on their block with them blicks, tryna bag some-
Looking back on my past, I ain't had nothing
I lost Pops all in that cell but I stood tall
Bob Barkers on my ass, [?], white draws

[Hook:]
Moving slow off the lean but I'm still stepping hard
And you pussy niggas soft, don't make me pull your cards
We we're sliding stolen cars like they was go-karts
Toting big shit, knock down those running

[Verse 2:]
All my niggas in the field, they keeping sticks with them
.45, Glock-9s, nigga come and get with us
All you bum niggas right there, you can't sit with us
If you ain't true to my circle, you ain't my brother
I been hanging with them gravediggers tryna hang niggas
Yeah, we tryna hang niggas
I been hanging with them gravediggers tryna hang niggas
Yeah, we tryna hang niggas