Lyrics: Rashod Smith
Music: glo glo glo
Nigga, that's not your gang
You better pi— (Maybach Music)
Nigga, that's not your gang
You better pick your side
Or let them choppas sing
I’m putting fire to the flame
Niggas'll die about my name
TTG all of my niggas trained
Be on my own, 'cause people change
Glo on this shit, could get you maimed
**** everybody, I stay the same
Yeah, I'ma drive-by doing drill
I'm tryna go get a kill, yeah
I'm bustin' off a pill, yeah
She wanna know how it feel, yeah
I'm tryna run up a mil'
And I want a crib on the hill
Baby, tell me, what's the deal? (Ayy, you trippin' okay)
Baby, tell me, what's the deal?
I’m sliding, tryna catch a kill
Got snakes in the grass, feel like YSL, yeah, uh
Got good gas, I got good clientele
Niggas tried to be me, but a **** nigga failed, yeah
I gotta stay in my lane, 'cause I know that I'm finna prevail
And how the **** these niggas stomped, tryna beat till that boy go to hell?
Nigga, that's not your gang
You better pi—
Nigga, that's not your gang
You better pick your side
Or let them choppas sing
I’m putting fire to the flame
Niggas'll die about my name
TTG all of my niggas trained
Be on my own, ‘cause people change
Glo on this shit, could get you maimed
**** everybody, I stay the same
Yeah, I'ma drive-by doing drill
I'm tryna go get a kill, yeah
I'm bustin' off a pill, yeah
She wanna know how it feel, yeah