Put that strap back (Back-back, back-back) for the clique
Nah, don't put it back, put it back, know what I'm sayin'? (Ooh, ooh)
(Ayo, Lowrenz, what you doin'?)
Type shit (Type shit, make some more)
Feel me nigga? I get in that mode with this shit, Like
Fuck
Feel me, just like on some GTA shit
[Chorus]
Yeah, whole gang been rich ridin', never hidin'
.45 straps, and we slip, and slidin'
Lowkey, but still providin'
Yeah, and if you lookin' for me, come and get this fire then
Lowkey, but still providin'
Yeah, and if you lookin' for me, come and get this, okay
[Verse]
Black mask on, two cell phones
Youngin really made it out the 'jects with a chrome
Okay, slip, slide, catch a nigga slippin', bust his dome
Quiet 'bout it, so don't nobody know
Skеleton in his closet, he got dеmons in his home
Pray for him, got demons in his home
Okay, youngin really made it out the 'jects, mhm-mm
Fuckin' with these burnin' ass hoes, mhm-mm
Youngin, he gon' die for his respect, mhm-mm
Play with me, I wish a nigga would
Okay, whole gang ready to blow shit like propane
Glock turn a nigga to a no name
I don't need no fame, we turn a nigga shit to lo mein
When we bust, you better get low, man
Okay, brodie with me, with whatever, ready to crash out
Tell him, "Chill," but he gon' take the crash route
We took the fast route, now, we got cash, ready to cash out
Still rich ridin' ready to lash out
[Chorus]
Yeah, whole gang been rich ridin', never hidin'
.45 straps, and we slip, and slidin'
Lowkey, but still providin'
Yeah, and if you lookin' for me, come and get this fire then
Lowkey, but still providin'
Yeah, and if you lookin' for me, come and get this–
Put that strap back (Back-back, back-back) for the clique
Nah, don't put it back, put it back, know what I'm sayin'? (Ooh, ooh)
(Ayo, Lowrenz, what you doin'?)
Type shit (Type shit, make some more)
Feel me nigga? I get in that mode with this shit, Like
Fuck
Feel me, just like on some GTA shit
[Chorus]
Yeah, whole gang been rich ridin', never hidin'
.45 straps, and we slip, and slidin'
Lowkey, but still providin'
Yeah, and if you lookin' for me, come and get this fire then
Lowkey, but still providin'
Yeah, and if you lookin' for me, come and get this, okay
[Verse]
Black mask on, two cell phones
Youngin really made it out the 'jects with a chrome
Okay, slip, slide, catch a nigga slippin', bust his dome
Quiet 'bout it, so don't nobody know
Skеleton in his closet, he got dеmons in his home
Pray for him, got demons in his home
Okay, youngin really made it out the 'jects, mhm-mm
Fuckin' with these burnin' ass hoes, mhm-mm
Youngin, he gon' die for his respect, mhm-mm
Play with me, I wish a nigga would
Okay, whole gang ready to blow shit like propane
Glock turn a nigga to a no name
I don't need no fame, we turn a nigga shit to lo mein
When we bust, you better get low, man
Okay, brodie with me, with whatever, ready to crash out
Tell him, "Chill," but he gon' take the crash route
We took the fast route, now, we got cash, ready to cash out
Still rich ridin' ready to lash out
[Chorus]
Yeah, whole gang been rich ridin', never hidin'
.45 straps, and we slip, and slidin'
Lowkey, but still providin'
Yeah, and if you lookin' for me, come and get this fire then
Lowkey, but still providin'
Yeah, and if you lookin' for me, come and get this–