BSY GANG (feat. BSY G-Way)

Put yo' man, tryna get 'em Me and Lil Rik in the back of that truck, we got 2 switches tryna spank a nigga He diss on that gang, man, fuck that nigga I'm sippin' on Wok, see purple when I piss He a bitch, he tryna beef over that hoe Nigga, where you at? We heard it was smoke Nigga, where you at? We tryna com get ya' This baby drac, it's bigger than a missile Got a bitch in the kitchen, she whippin' that yeah We sendin' them shots, they know not to send 'em back BSY gang, we whack shit Around of applause for the way this glock, it clap shit My brother, he slime, all he know is blatt Uh, uh, black flags, nigga, I bang that, nigga Nigga Yeah, black flags, nigga, I claim that, nigga Yeah Yeah, BSY gang, we spray shit, nigga Uh, uh, nigga, fuck yo' mans, nigga, put 'em in a ditch Yo' lil bitch, she love it, nigga The way that I style, nigga I ain't crazy bout no hoe but I'll shoot up the crowd I ain't crazy bout no hoe but I'll shoot up the crowd Nigga talkin' shit but he bet not get loud When you listenin' to me, you better turn up the sound When you hear that switch go, you better get on the ground Them killers get active, you bet not make a sound, yeah Yeah, them youngins get active, they pave shit to the ground My youngins get active, they spin like tornadoes Don't play with my money, ain't no motherfuckin' plato Tell ha' speak up, nigga what you say hoe? (Nigga, what you say?) Hop on the beat in a whole different mood Told that hoe, suck my dick, I ain't mean to be rude That hoe my lil munch, she eat me like food BSY gang put a hit on you BSY gang put a tag on yo' toe BSY gang, we might fuck ya' lil hoe BSY gang, nigga, we uppin' the sco' Nigga, where is ya' pole? He said he forgot it, that nigga gettin' old I need me a big bitch, nigga, it's cold If he get in that jam, he gon' mothrfuckin' fold Nigga, don't run Cause, I got a motherfuckin' gun Hit ya one time then - Uh, you're done Bitch started laughin' but what's the pun? (What's the pun?) (What's the pun?) I don't recall makin' a joke Pull up on him, he get hit, make 'em choke I don't fuck with niggas cause these niggas bitches Run up on him, he get hit in his throat Uh I can't fuck with that hoe She a lil boppa, she fuck with the opps Last thing he seen was that motherfuckin' glock Diss on the gang, we gettin' you popped, nigga Put ya' mask on, it's time to go get 'em Me and G-Way, we sippin' on Wok Po' up a 4, shit fuck with my heart This shit is overplayed, this shit gotta stop Bitches be dickridin' the opps So when we catch 'em, they with 'em, they gettin' cropped out Bitch, I'm from the dirty south Where I bang 4's and clutchin' on dirty poles Long live Dame, I'm itchin' to buss his brain, nigga Long live Slim, when I see 'em, I buss his brain, nigga Yeah, long live Kezzy, I'ma blow his brain, nigga