FIRST 48 GANG歌词-Doe Boy

FIRST 48 GANG歌词由Doe Boy演唱，出自专辑《BEEZY》，下面是《FIRST 48 GANG》完整版歌词！

FIRST 48 GANG歌词完整版

作词 : Cotrell Dennard/B March/db

作曲 : Cotrell Dennard/B March/db

[Intro

Make sure that **** turnt all the way up so they can hear every ****in' thing I'm sayin'

Loud and clear

You dig?

Big Doe Beezy, nigga, the biggest

Rubber Band Money Gang, nigga, Rubber Band Murder Gang, nigga

You dig?

Dum-dum-dum-dum, you hear that sound? That mean that's us comin', nigga

Steppin' on everything, everybody move

Let's go (Oh, really?)

[Verse

My shooter fresh off First 48, thought I should let you know

His name Baby Shaq, you play, he make another episode

Oh, you ain't know we step on hoes? *****, I'm in Prada head to toe

Was hollerin' on the net, we face to face, say what you said before

*****, I wake up poppin' Perkies, I can't fake, my head gone

If I said it then I meant it, that's what I'm gon' stand on

Let 'em kick it, know we spinnin', I can't lie, you dead wrong

**** all that distance, get up close and score like we in the red zone

Touchdown, *****

My wrist a bust down, *****

He was takin' **** then got swept, you dust now, *****

Hush with that loud shit, I'm busy tryna count, *****

I'm rich as shit, you might just pass out, see my account, *****

*****, look at this, this a brick on my wrist

OG Dame cookin' fish, guard his kitchen with my stick

Oh, you thought you had a lick? Blick-blick, that ain't this

They talkin' 'bout work out some pressure but when I pull up, niggas dip

Had me locked down, I did my pullups, pushups, and dips

Had a mitt, so I was starvin' to come home and up this mitt

Uh, hundred racks inside this mitt, broke ***** can't up shit

I ain't gon' lie, if I ain't feelin' you, you ain't eatin', can't munch **** (Oh, really?)

Where is you gon' hang? *****, we relocate **** (Fool)

Treat you like my hoes, *****, I give out facelifts (Mwah, come here, baby)

Made her look like Kylie, but she was so basic

Ain't make the XXL list, but made the police gang list (Gang, gang, gang)

Gang shit, niggas know how we drummin'

My steppers leave footprints. they know how we comin'

We get bloody, nigga, know how we bomin'

**** the opps, they ain't on nothin', switch the subject (Oh, really?)

Switch the subject, *****, let's talk about this money (*****, let's talk)

Always talk 'bout opps, these niggas never talk 'bout hundreds (Fools)

They say they switches bustin', but never *****es bustin (Mwah, come here, baby)

Had to switch the subject, they already know how I'm drummin' (Oh, really?)

Big Oh Really, nigga

Niggas already know what the **** goin' on with me, man

They know that

Yeah, been there, done that, man, come on, dog

Play with this shit, you gon' lay with this shit, we been through all that