SOB x RBE - Onna Gang lyrics

(Intro) sh**, Ima name this sh** onna gang n***a Cuz, n***a, everything I'm saying n***a, thats on gang n***a (Verse) Just cuz you got ya a** a gun, that don't make you a gangster Ole bad a** lil boy, I'll give you a spanking I know some n***as want me dead, I be keeping em patient Keep taking pictures with all them hammers, ain't beating no cases Load the clips up with gloves, I ain't leaving no traces I'll leave up out this earth before leaving a statement f** with us, yeah just know you're beefing with Haitians We ride around with baby K's onna special occasion Lil b**h Ima dog, but a lion at heart You know that sh** gon come to light, you can't hide in the dark And you can't get up in this whip, catch you riding a bar And you don't mean sh** you tweet but be typing it hard And everytime I hit a b**h, it be from behind When they had me in that cell, I was beefing with time Nah n***a, I don't rap I'm just speaking my mind DaBoii for President, b**h I'm freeing my guys Keep on talking out your neck, that sh** funny as f** I'm finna pull up on your sister and bust me a nut I'm not familiar with no manners or no hometraining You the best liar of the year with all that bold facing I'm just tryna touch a B and I got no patience If you owe me n***a pay me in full, no payments I ain arguing with n***as I be close casing Boy I been about my chicken I be BoJanging SOB RBE we the most hated Keep praying on our downfall, you gon hate it Ain't no C's in this P n***a no banking Disrespectful lil boy, you's a no naming Mouth on bling bling, your b**h want my Jimmy Dean n***a you don't really want beef, you a chilli bean Labels calling, ringy ring Ride me, silly thing Lying b**h keep claiming I'm her lover, must be Billy Jean And its 200 on this dash, Valet I'm parking at It's still a mystery, can't remember where my heart was at Where my target at? Z lock with me and I'm sparking that You talk behind my back, I take your b**h Her back? She arching that I keep that muf**ing .40 And you don't want no problems with that Deuce Deuce Ima young wild n***a wit an old soul 90's baby, middle fingers to the new school I'm bad with keys, just push the start and it go vroom vroom He claim he up but in his pockets ain't no blue clue This .40 go bang this .45 go boom boom Bip Tune reminiscing gone too soon Why I'm so f**ed up in the head, I wish I knew the answer b**h lock that phone up in that purse cuz ion do the cameras Hand me some hundreds, that ain't blue then I'm throwing a tantrum If I can't pour up with that Sprite Ima go with the Fanta I got some demons in my gang your gang full of just brodies And I ain't popping out a pill, Ima smoke me some Dobie Its 3 peons in your whip, Roly, Poly, and Oly Leave a hole up in your whip, now you're holy and moly ONNA GANG