Song Lyrics

Yeah
Yeah
Hahaha
You niggas know it's the gang or kill yourself right?
Yeah
Yup

Red hat, black chucks, black 501's on
That's your baby momma but her numbers in my iPhone
Yea, I got a girl but I swear I need a newer bitch
Let her out the house and I'll be leaving here with your bitch
I'm flyin' in a different city every night
Got everything I ever wanted so this can't be life
Breaking down the weed I'm bout to make a plane
A hundred niggas with me all reppin' Taylor gang

Yeah, bitch
Okay
Yeah
Yup

Lot of niggas fake, but me I give these hoes faith
Feed her alcohol and leave that bitch with no taste
Out of this world need my own space
Backseat and I'm a ride until the chrome break
Big heat'll turn your body to a cold case
She don't even make it rain she just throw me face
Got some niggas quick to bang like they major pain
Told Lil' mom I rep the gang she just say the same

Yeah bitch

If you see em point em out
If you see em point em out
There's a bad bitch in here
If you see her point her out
There's a bad bitch in here
If you see her point her out

Yeah, yup

You show up to concerts looking like a fan
I pull up in car service looking like the man
Hella reefer smoke a lot of pictures being taken
My bitch from Atlanta my weed is Jamaican
I don't talk much too many niggas hatin'
Bout a booty that's my type of conversation
I dropped a little change on these hater frames
Took her car keys and let her played the Wayne
Mhm, you little bitch and go and pick that money up
not 'cause I said so, 'cause you want to, ah

Cameron Thomaz, Lexus Lewis