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 ever 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 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 no jeweler
In traffic like Uber
Pull up with 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
[Interlude: Black Kray]
Lords, lords
Warlords (Warlords), warlords, warlords (War)
Warlords (Warlords), warlords, warlord (War)

[Verse 2: Black Kray]
These n*ggas on some angel dust if they gon' war with us (War)
These n*ggas [?] 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 Gang, we chopping up (Chopping up)
These n*ggas [?] but acting like some [?], 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 [?]? 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, the 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)