GG - Bandgang Masoe, Beno

Bitch, I’m BGSG, dope strong as Pepsi

Main bitch sexy, I ride around, she neck me

Gang gang stamp me, I’ll play you if you let me

And we rollin' heavy, got cutters like a deli

This shit, it get so serious, I can’t tell no lies

That shit hurt me so bad when my auntie died

That shit hurt my soul bad, seen my mama cry

And when you ride through my hood, better know how to slide

This shit’d hurt my pride if I couldn’t provide

I’d rather be locked or gone with my niggas that died

Everybody can’t be down, some niggas can’t ride

Every bitch 'round me know she stuck 'til she dry

He don’t even know his ho fuck on the low

You don’t even see my ho, she super grown

I’ll pull up on your block and I’ll drop sixty-four

Spin around the block again, drop sixty more

That’s a light one-twenty-four

In the sixty lane doin' a buck-twenty, ho

This bitch, she super bad, I don’t know what she on

I just see the pain in my cup and then I sip some more

Damn bro, what they hit you for?

'Cause we tryna get some more

I just poured LeSean McCoy, but I still could sip some more

Shoot them bitches gone, she look like a give-and-go

Bitch give me them coins, I guess I’m what she was wishing for

Bitch wasn’t tryna listen, though, had to let that bitch go

Bitch, I’m BGSG, dope strong as Pepsi

Main bitch sexy, I ride around, she neck me

Gang gang stamp me, I’ll play you if you let me

And we rollin' heavy, got cutters like a deli

This shit, it get so serious, I can’t tell no lies

That shit hurt me so bad when my auntie died

That shit hurt my soul bad, seen my mama cry

And when you ride through my hood, better know how to slide

Ridin' in that drop-head, I cannot disguise it

I heard them bitches watchin', them bitches watchin'

Them bitches more than watchin', them bitches plottin'

I heard he pocket watchin', I can’t wait to pop him

This bitch just like to shake her ass and she can’t wait to drop it

They put the feds on us, even they couldn’t stop it

Even them bitches watchin', fuck it, we ain’t stoppin'

Got hella gifties in, like I’m goin' Christmas shoppin'

Same day, ran through the load and we already coppin'

You see that codeine and promethazine, my baby bottle

I’m out of town servin' white girl, call it Lady Gaga

Old boy, you playin' with that bag, I guess you tryna die, huh?

Got niggas talkin' 'bout our line-ups, George Blaha

Yeah, we got it, aha, can you get it now now?

We go up top, bye bye, well-connected, wifi

All facts, voila, three-fifty deep fried