So Icey Goth La Flexicos

Ayy, ayy
You already know how we mob
Rubberband Money Gang BandSquad (Gang, gang)
BMB (The real TGK)
Lil' CHXPO, nigga, Taliban World, nigga
Goth Money, nigga, you already know how we mob, nigga
Yeah, sickboy shit, nigga, Sick Gang (Lil' grimey, lil' rari)
Band Gang, nigga, Rubberband Money Gang, nigga (Squad, squad)
Fuck you up
Yeah, catch up, nigga (Squad, catch up)
Fuck nigga (Chxpsquad)
I be on that gang shit (On that gang shit)
You be on some lame shit (You be on some lame shit)
These niggas will suck some dick just to get famous
Fuck niggas I'll bite that hand, I feed 'em
These niggas be fuckboys
A fuck nigga, you know that I don't need him
Could've kept your bitch
But I gave her back, ayy (But I gave her back)
I was in the trap, leave a nigga handicapped (Ooh, bitch)
Lil' CHXPO keep that strap, he really keep that strap
And everywhere I go it's shooters where I'm at
(It's shooters where I'm at)
Me and-

Ayy, ayy
You already know how we mob
Rubberband Money Gang BandSquad (Gang, gang)
BMB (The real TGK)
Lil' CHXPO, nigga, Taliban World, nigga
Goth Money, nigga, you already know how we mob, nigga
Yeah, sickboy shit, nigga, Sick Gang (Lil' grimey, lil' rari)
Band Gang, nigga, Rubberband Money Gang, nigga (Squad, squad)
Fuck you up
Yeah, catch up, nigga (Squad, catch up)
Fuck nigga (Chxpsquad)

I be on that gang shit (On that gang shit)
You be on some lame shit (You be on some lame shit)
These niggas will suck some dick just to get famous
(These niggas dickeaters)
Fuck niggas I'll bite that hand, I feed 'em (They really will)
These niggas be fuckboys
A fuck nigga, you know that I don't need him
(I don't need that fuck shit around me)
Could've kept your bitch, but I gave her back, ayy
(But I gave her back)
I was in the trap, leave a nigga handicapped (Ooh, bitch)
Lil' CHXPO keep that strap, he really keep that strap
And everywhere I go it's shooters where I'm at
(It's shooters where I'm at)
Me and my niggas put my hood on the map, ayy (On the map)
You not from the city, that's a fact (That's a fact, lil' nigga)
Nigga, you ain't never cook up no crack (Never ever ever)
And you ain't ever let them choppers
Brrat, brrat, brrat, brrat, brrat, brrat
I be on that dumb shit (On that dumb shit)
I be on some fuck shit
Nigga, I be thugging
Baby, I be drinking (I be)
Lean and I'm sipping (And I'm, and I'm)
These niggas be tripping (And I'm, they be tripping)
CHXPO keep it Scottie and go pimping (Bitch, I'm dripping)
This loud is so loud I can't even listen (Bitch, I'm dripping)
So icy with no jewelry, bitch, I'm glistening (And I'm dripping)
Watch me shine forever, Lil' CHXPO, bitch, I'm clever (I'm clever)
I got the streets fucking with me
(I got the streets fucking with the kid)
These niggas got these rap niggas fucking with me
(I'm really from the streets though)
Niggas got these trap niggas fucking with me
(I'm still in the streets, pussy)
Me and my niggas, bitch, I hang with killers
We got gorillas, we got bananas, we could come and get you
Ayy, and everybody really know
You a pussy ass nigga, boy, you ain't no fucking killer
(You pussy, nigga)
And you ain't got no shooters, boy, you ain't got no shooters
(Shooters)
You ain't got no jeweler
In traffic like Uber
Pull up with my shooters, we'll shoot you, we'll take your jewelry
We'll rob you for your fake chains nigga, don't make us do ya
(Don't make us do ya)
All them rappers and they fake chains (And they fake lean)
Man, I swear this such a fake game

Lords, lords
Warlords (Warlords), warlords, warlords (War)
Warlords (Warlords), warlords, warlord (War)
These niggas on some angel dust if they gon' war with us (War)
These niggas flock up under if they gon' war with us
Devil stone, ayy, stick shit, Hummer truck (Woah)
Ten niggas, ayy, hopping out the dually truck (Woah)
And if a snitch lil' thot up in the trench we chop it up (Chop)
Bloody CHXPO, Bloody Band Gang, we chopping up (Chopping up)
These niggas some but acting like some dealer, what the fuck?
(The fuck?)
Guerilla pimp the game, smack a nigga like a slut (Ayy)
And make a nigga sit up in the corner, think it up (Think it up)
The fuck is going on? These niggas fell up on they head (Damn)
Why your bitch is dickridin and your bitch want give me head
But I don't want the head right now, I'm busy counting bread
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And if a demon step up in the field we off his head
The real be the last, the fake niggas end up dead (Dead)
Blood on my dope runners, stepping on the snake heads
(Dope runners, snake heads)
Gone like the work, it is what it is (It is what it is)
Rock-a-bye, baby, night night, tuck ya in (Night, night, night, night)