n***as say they want that beef
Agoff came in, strapped up
Laying n***as back up
Ballistics your back up
Better call for backup
Act tough
BZ got my back bro
Came in
n***a like a navy seal
Keep it real
n***as I'm up in that field
Like a f**ing army man
Guns came from Pakistan
We came from Pakistan
Giving n***as bag hands
Street n***a's life b**hes
We all sitting up twenty inches
And I sh** on twenty eight
Life is great
And it may
Eat the cake
n***a I
Take you n***as any day
Never gave a f**
Cause my cake up
Wake up
Bake up
n***a I ain't
With that f**ing hating stuff
f** that
Positive
But I'm a lip
Twenty's whip
Got my money on my mind
I'm out of here
So fly
Need some f**ing land to give
Understand
Agoff Is the f**ing man in here
Never gave a f** about the next man
n***a I'm the best man
Agoff I'm the hit man
Leaning on that [?]
Vintage, vintage, vintage, vintage, vintage
See I
Got a sign A
Get my money all day
Whip my n***a TAZ
Ain't no motherf**ing freak
Rhymes for two time felon
That's may selling
Weed on the street
Still hustle just to eat
f** with me you defeat
Never see me on the floor
I get hit some n***as get murdered
Get some murder more
It's that real sh**
k**er sh**
Catch you up I'm real as sh**
Pull you f**ing eyes
Out your face
You be feeling sh**
I don't give a f**
Smoke some drone
Pa**ed that row
b**hes want to f** some more
She off that blow
She's a hoe
She going to s** me at the party
With the [?]
T some records in the club
And we not up here to fight
Just f** a b**h
Swag out
n***as out here mad about
Us balling out you just a f*g out, a f*g out
Pull you flag out
Bet it's pink
Have a drink
b**h a** n***a
Can't get b**hes
Cause his f**ing breath stink
He's on where these hoes at
n***a where the drones at
You ain't fresh b**h
Where your fly fresh clothes at?
You, looking broke rat
Looking like a broke b**h
We going to smoke some weed n***a
We don't roll up rich
Brand new
Feeling sh**
Brand new
Vintage, vintage, vintage, vintage, vintage
Brand new
k**er tick
Brand new
Illicit
Vintage, vintage, vintage, vintage, new vintage
Hoe that new vintage
New vintage hoe
Brand new
Ocean gang
Millionaire
Ben D
Fen D
Gucci
b**hes want to f** me
s** me
Screw me
Cocaine on my card
Yeah she going to sniff it up
s** on his dick girl
Yeah going to get it up
Squirt you
Work you
But I never hurt you
Yeah it's a clipping blood
Blood, cuts and raw moves
Yeah young Jesus
n***as know where's ether
Add that X on the front
b**h it's Tisa
Yeah slide you Visa
Yeah I'm like ether
Yeah I'm in the clouds yeah uh
But you see the cloud and the foreman
Sun of George Foreman
Good a grill good a meal
Yeah we be swarming
Yeah I'm that guy too
Yeah call me Tele View
Till your b**h went
She come in
To my view
Yeah it's the teeth that click
SODMG b**h
Meet Soulja Boy
We be getting to know [?]
Soulja, Soulja, Tisa, tat a
[?]
I'm his beat
I'm a slap her
Yeah, I do this sh**
Tisa Gang
Ocean Gang
What the f** you want to do?
b**h sniffing that c**aine
Yeah goddamn I swag got a space
Man you're a f**ing disgrace
Came in first place
Young Dre MCM briefcase
I got hit
Money in my pocket
[?]
Gold in my wallet
Treat you like a stocking
Hang you on that f**ing wall
d**h is what pick up a drone
So I won't pick up her calls
Every day I f**ing ball
And I'm knocking pictures
Of your f**ing wall
Young Soulja Boy
Met my swag
It's fantastic
f** your body
Dump your body
Of in Lake [?]
I'm live boy
It's nothing
I'm riding on a lama
All day stitching clear with the drum bro
They don't want their drama
Main they ride around with tats on them
Tisa Gang, Ocean Gang
We'll swarm them
I don't want to harm them
But I knock his head of his shoulder bro
n***a catch an uppercut
n***a catch a peak shot
Riding around my hood
Yeah you think it's the east coast
f**ing with the west coast
Hit his man girl with the best throw
Goddamn this Tisa gang splashing
Ocean Gang
Came out the water ready for the action
n***a talk that sh**
I'm still going to get it in
This is like a homicide
I'm about my dividends
Twenty two twelve
We ain't taking sh**
Bro we taking it
Everywhere we hit the block
All that f**ing cash we spent
b**h is staring
Ocean Gang, Tisa Gang
All up in Paris
Goddamn don't give me that
b**h I'm Karl Lager Field
Swaging with that fifty clip
Talking on that f**ing ship
Punch you in your f**ing lip
Oh God
Vintage, vintage, vintage, vintage, vintage