So Icey Goth La Flexico’s lyrics

[Intro: CHXPO]
Gang, ayy
You already know how we mob
Rubberband Money Gang BandSquad (Gang, gang)
BMB (The real TTK)
Lil' CHXPO, n*gga, Taliban World, n*gga
Goth Money, n*gga, you already know how we mob, n*gga
Yeah, sickboy sh*t, n*gga, Sick Gang (Lil' grimey, lil' rari)
Band Gang, n*gga, Rubberband Money Gang, n*gga (Squad, squad)
f*ck you up
Yeah, catch up, n*gga (Squad, catch up)
f*ck n*gga (Chxpsquad)
I be on that gang sh*t (On that gang sh*t)
You be on some lame sh*t (You be on some lame sh*t)
These n*ggas will suck some di*k just to get famous
f*ck n*ggas'll bite that hand, I feed 'em
These n*ggas be f*ckboys
A f*ck n*gga, you know that I don't need him
Could've kept your b*tch, but I gave her back, ayy (But I gave her back)
I was in the trap, leave a n*gga handicapped (Ooh, b*tch)
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 TTK)
Lil' CHXPO, n*gga, Taliban World, n*gga
Goth Money, n*gga, you already know how we mob, n*gga
Yeah, sickboy sh*t, n*gga, Sick Gang (Lil' grimey, lil' rari)
Band Gang, n*gga, Rubberband Money Gang, n*gga (Squad, squad)
f*ck you up
Yeah, catch up, n*gga (Squad, catch up)
f*ck n*gga (Chxpsquad)
[Verse 1: CHXPO]
I be on that gang sh*t (On that gang sh*t)
You be on some lame sh*t (You be on some lame sh*t)
These n*ggas will suck some di*k just to get famous (These n*ggas di*keaters)
f*ck n*ggas'll bite that hand, I feed 'em (They really will)
These n*ggas be f*ckboys
A f*ck n*gga, you know that I don't need him (I don't need that f*ck sh*t around me)
Could've kept your b*tch, but I gave her back, ayy (But I gave her back)
I was in the trap, leave a n*gga handicapped (Ooh, b*tch)
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 n*ggas put my hood on the map, ayy (On the map)
You not from the city, that's a fact (That's a fact, lil' n*gga)
n*gga, you ain't never cook up no crack (Never ever ever)
And you ain't never let them choppers brrat, brrat, brrat, brrat, brrat, brrat
I be on that dumb sh*t (On that dumb sh*t)
I be on some f*ck sh*t
n*gga, I be thugging
Baby, I be drinking (I be)
Lean and I'm sipping (And I'm, and I'm)
These n*ggas be tripping (And I'm, they be tripping)
CHXPO keep it Scottie and go pimping (b*tch, I'm dripping)
This loud is so loud I can't even listen (b*tch, I'm dripping)
So icy with no jewelry, b*tch, I'm glistening (And I'm dripping)
Watch me shine forever, Lil' CHXPO, b*tch, I'm clever (I'm clever)
I got the streets f*cking with me (I got the streets f*cking with the kid)
These n*ggas got these rap n*ggas f*cking with me (I'm really from the streets though)
n*ggas got these trap n*ggas f*cking with me (I'm still in the streets, pus*y)
Me and my n*ggas, b*tch, I hang with killers
We got gorillas, we got bananas, we could come and get you
Ayy, and everybody really know
You's a pus*y ass n*gga, boy, you ain't no f*cking killer (You pus*y, n*gga)
And you ain't got no shooters, boy, you ain't got no shooters (Shooters)
You ain't got a Ruger, in traffic like Uber
Pull up on my shooters, we'll shoot you, we'll take your jewelery
We'll rob you for your fake chains n*gga, 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
[Verse 2: Black Kray]
-us -us
War with us (war wit us), war with us, -us -us (War)
War with us (War with us), war with us, warlord (War)
You n*ggas on some angel dust, you think gon' war with us (War)
You n*ggas finna bark your f*ckin' head, gon' war with us
Devil stone, ayy, stick sh*t, Hummer truck (Woah)
Ten n*ggas, 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 Private, chopping up (Chopping up)
These n*ggas son but acting like some daughter, what the f*ck? (The f*ck?)
Guerilla pimp the game, smack a n*gga like a sl*t (Ayy)
And send 'em to the bush and get the switch, I'll spank you up (Spank you up)
And make a n*gga sit up in the corner, think it up (Think it up)
The f*ck is going on? These n*ggas fell up on they head (Damn)
Why your b*tches di*k ride? Ayy, your b*tch 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, fake n*ggas end up dead (Dead)
Blood on my dope runners, stepping on the snake heads (Dope runners, snake heads)
Gone like the [?], it is what it is (It is what it is)
Rock-a-bye, baby, night night, tuck ya in (Night, night, night, night)