[Hook:Bandgang Biggs]
Catch him out in traffic, turn into a mad man
Take that n***a life until the mag jammed
Move work, hit the block, and let the bag dance
f** you n***as talking bout, real bag man
Meet the plug, in and out, really add bands
Why yo n***a talking bout how he done had bands (f** outta here)
We don't wanna here that boosting talk
f** a chicken lil n***a, this that rooster talk, rooster talk
You got chicken ima show you how that rooster talk, rooster talk
If you got chicken n***a welcome to that rooster talk
[Bandgang AJ]
Swiping with them k**ers, they itching, they on a [?]
Master [?] , them withdraws a b**h
40's with the beam, extendos all in the b**h
I'm in the hood with that sh**
Corn looking like a brick n***a
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 b**h, not from afar
I got that old macdonald on me b**h
Welcome to the farm
[Bandgang Biggs]
I open my eyes, look at my watch, im whipping these spots
Say yo cop, bettern't f** up, these n***as the cops
I'm father Glock
I'm tuckin and duckin, i'm letting off rounds
Sweating off pounds, that's how sh** be when you letting off rounds
I play on the block, swiping my sack, this sh** is so hot
But if i should stop, then i won't eat, b**h i rather not
b**h i rather die, that's how sh** be, put it on god
Bandgang broke, now that is a joke, put it on yal
b**h
[Hook: Bandgang Biggs]
Catch him out in traffic, turn into a mad man
Take that n***a life until the mag jammed
Move work, hit the block, and let the bag dance
f** you n***as talking bout, real bag man
Meet the plug, in and out, really add bands
Why yo n***a talking bout how he done had bands (f** outta here)
We don't wanna here that boostin talk
f** a chicken lil n***a, this that rooster talk, rooster talk
You got chicken ima show you how that rooster talk, rooster talk
If you got chicken n***a welcome to that rooster talk
[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 b**h, 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, b**hes love our style
Little n***a 17, he don't budge a smile
Talkin all loud gone get you hit all in yo f**ing frown
Making money clean, money never count the dirty
Love my brother dirty, we run hoes like Kentucky derby
n***as selling hit juice, sh** pink as Kirby
DD just got 30, he ain't guap no more, his strap curry , Money