BSY G7 - BSY GANG (feat. BSY G-Way) Lyrics

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, f*ck 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, f*ck 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 motherf*ckin' 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 f*ck 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' mothrf*ckin' fold
Nigga, don't run
Cause, I got a motherf*ckin' 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 f*ck with niggas cause these niggas bitches
Run up on him, he get hit in his throat

Uh
I can't f*ck with that hoe
She a lil boppa, she f*ck with the opps
Last thing he seen was that motherf*ckin' 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 f*ck 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