All Go Pt. 3
FWC Big Key
GENRE
[Intro]
Cash Gang Key, nigga
[Verse]
Man, I'm finna beat my jeweler ass, he threw some water on my neck
I keep tryna dodge your bitch, I'm in a Charger gettin' cake
Like he play for Green Bay, we done turned him to a pack
Bitch, I only want the face, why you turnin' to the back?
My niggas, yeah, we blow heads, but never been on crack
On them drills, we like Will Smith, 'cause we the men in black
Your bitch ain't never told, how ironic, she a rat
Never played QB, 'cause how ironic, I'm the catch
Niggas swear they killin' us, but never popped nothin'
Your mans rap, but he a rat, niggas Popp Hunna
I don't care if I ran track, bitch, I'm not runnin'
My lil' baby drip too hard, but she is not Gunna
He thought he was MIA, I done hit him in the face
He was thinkin' life is good 'til I hit him with the Drac'
I be tryna move, but some niggas in the way
Ain't talkin' 'bout the ocean, I got niggas in the Bay
Named the chop Milly 'cause it rock niggas
Speakin' of a milli', when I touch it, I'ma buy Richard
My shooter got a nose ring, they think Pac did it
Lik new name Bobby, he a hot nigga
Cash Gang, the same shooters, but a lot richer
It's ten minutes before six, I'm in the 550 (Get it?)
Gettin' bored with the money, I'm finna buy some bitches
Now they think we NBA 'cause we the top niggas (One up top)
Niggas must be dumb, I can't miss you with no fully
Yeah, the Glock got a switch, the clip empty if I pull it
You ain't even got a strap, why a shooter nigga woofin'?
You can have T and Peezy, you ain't quicker than no bullets
[Outro]
Bitch
Cash Gang shit, nigga
Big two-four
Cash Gang Key, nigga
[Verse]
Man, I'm finna beat my jeweler ass, he threw some water on my neck
I keep tryna dodge your bitch, I'm in a Charger gettin' cake
Like he play for Green Bay, we done turned him to a pack
Bitch, I only want the face, why you turnin' to the back?
My niggas, yeah, we blow heads, but never been on crack
On them drills, we like Will Smith, 'cause we the men in black
Your bitch ain't never told, how ironic, she a rat
Never played QB, 'cause how ironic, I'm the catch
Niggas swear they killin' us, but never popped nothin'
Your mans rap, but he a rat, niggas Popp Hunna
I don't care if I ran track, bitch, I'm not runnin'
My lil' baby drip too hard, but she is not Gunna
He thought he was MIA, I done hit him in the face
He was thinkin' life is good 'til I hit him with the Drac'
I be tryna move, but some niggas in the way
Ain't talkin' 'bout the ocean, I got niggas in the Bay
Named the chop Milly 'cause it rock niggas
Speakin' of a milli', when I touch it, I'ma buy Richard
My shooter got a nose ring, they think Pac did it
Lik new name Bobby, he a hot nigga
Cash Gang, the same shooters, but a lot richer
It's ten minutes before six, I'm in the 550 (Get it?)
Gettin' bored with the money, I'm finna buy some bitches
Now they think we NBA 'cause we the top niggas (One up top)
Niggas must be dumb, I can't miss you with no fully
Yeah, the Glock got a switch, the clip empty if I pull it
You ain't even got a strap, why a shooter nigga woofin'?
You can have T and Peezy, you ain't quicker than no bullets
[Outro]
Bitch
Cash Gang shit, nigga
Big two-four
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