membas - fwc cashgang lyrics
[intro: fwc big key]
cashgang sh*t, 24
[verse 1: 392 bmorg]
when i get off of tether i’m a go drop something
moo just copped the corvette but he not pop hunna
head where the dollies at i’m going opp hunting
they took 200 from he bank boy that is not nothing
had to switch the flow me and mike be switching hoes
they ain’t punch in here sh*t i had to switch the store
bro just set me up to score n*gga that’s a pick and roll
lame n*gga got a strap n*gga that’s a missing pole
[verse 2: cashgang mike]
morg let me see that strap then we finna slide
told him he ain’t back then he finna die
told key i see the point we finna ride
head pulled up with 2 ks them n*ggas live
[verse 3: 392 lil head]
sticcs shot the whip up they on the gram
yo’ b*tch all in my dm she getting slammed
if she don’t f*ck bmorg too she getting banned
my b*tch got a bl!ck with a d*ck juwanaman
[verse 4: fwc big key]
thought my b*tch had a d*ck in her pants that’s the bl!cky tucked
he tried to run lik shot him in the back oh you ricky huh
d*ck make the b*tch say woah oh you vicky huh
we them n*ggas out here tripping with them sticks got the city hot
we some rockstars but don’t do rockstar for the pants
sipping wockhardt you need to rock out for yo’ mans
[verse 5: 392 lil head]
where my cousin stacks he can get knocked out for the gram
and where my fiend at he getting knocked out for them grams
[verse 6: lik]
i’m a shooter and lil bro a shooter he lamelo ball
wanna hit that lil b*tch off the perc but she don’t got no walls
hit the block drop a 100 on ’em, then we skirting off
riding in this b*tch off 2 jiggas, don’t want to p*ss him off
b*tch said my chain look like water, wanna sip some voss
i ain’t tryna argue with no worker point me to yo boss
my young n*gga love to swing that pole like he playing golf
the chop got some sh*t hanging on it long as paul gasol
[verse 7: cashgang bsticcs]
amiri drip on me big 22 for the fit
in the opps neighborhood i’m getting blew in the whip
boy i keep that b*tch on me g 22 with the switch
i ain’t talking bout buffs it’s 2 c’s on the sticcs
[verse 8: 392 lil head]
how the f*ck is you a shooter you don’t got no bl!ck
you had to buy another chain rizzy took yo’ sh*t
i don’t even like stealing but i took yo’ b*tch
that hoe say she like children but ate my kids
[outro: lik]
brrrrrr, that’s boom talkin
you already know what the f*ck going on big 24 sh*t n*gga
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