Gangland - The Underachievers

Stuff a .22 in my shoe

My niggas out here never lack

Watching hulu with your bitch with me she kick back and relax

I smoke weed she do the smack

Ronny J produced the track

Nigga all about my karma

You do action we react

I bet these niggas pussy tell them watch they mouth

I send them niggas to your crib like fuck your couch

These bitches fucking for the fame and for the clout

That’s why we steady stacking like we in the drought

I-N-D-I-G-O set, We to jungle fuck the feds

Take your shot and try your best we aim at heads yeah fuck yo vests

Texas hold’em by the neck, we don’t lose, now place your bets

Fuck you fools, and fuck yourselves

We break the rules, don’t follow steps

I get my niggas, they gone let them know

Don’t test the bros

Niggas paper looking minimal, we getting more

Niggas talk like they gone see me though, they layin low

Bet that nigga let that semi go, now hit the flow

GODAMN

These niggas shooting in my city

Gotta keep that thang up with me

Even cops is fucking with it GODAMN

I keep a couple bitches wit me

I don’t hang around wit niggas

Unless they getting money wit me

Yeah we started from the back

Now we tour around the map

Pull up on a nigga, Bet he gone get left right where he at

Now it’s 350 a sack

I blow weed til I collapse

Every night I say I quit

But every morning I relapse

Blue handkerchief nigga Gangland

All my niggas know its gang bang

AK he be on the same thing

Took some psychedelics know my brain changed

Young Rebellin money on my melon, shit we never managed now they see it

Soaking panties when they see him, in designer every season

Smoking on the finest, bad bitches ride them all year

Feel like perfect timing, homie get enlightened cause the truth inside you aww

yeah

No new friends just investors

Had to lose the stress, bring the pressure

But im the fucking best, my confession

When the nine sprays, hold it sideways

Showing no face, can’t arrest us

So theres no case, had to change ways

Find the lightwaves like tesla

Throw the pen down like a wrestler

I collect the cheese mozzarella

The scripture says I’m illa

Your frequencies fucked nigga

I hit she screaming falsetto

AK she love in the middle

Only way you niggas trap is the Mental

Boy you local and my game continental

Told you once we don’t play that my nigga

Pay you twice we put a grave on that nigga

Crypt reserver got your name on it

Swerving and took her brain up off her

GODAMN

These niggas shooting in my city

Gotta keep that thang up in me

Even cops is fucking with it GODAMN

I keep a couple bitches wit me

I don’t hang around wit niggas

Unless they getting money wit me

Yeah we started from the back

Now we tour around the map

Pull up on a nigga, Bet he gone get left right where he at

Now it’s 350 a sack

I blow weed til I collapse

Every night I say I quit

But every morning I relapse