3 Letter Gang lyrics

[Verse]
f*ck hoes, get cash
Stop hatin with your b*tch ass
This TFG and PBG, we at your neck like whiplash
f*ck n*ggas wanna diss on me tryna make a name for they self
I call that sh*t suicide n*ggas better off hangin they self, hold on
My style so versatile, she throw it back don't hurt me now
n*ggas calling my phone woofing I play like I ain’t got service now
She say she ain't suck no di*k before but I know damn well she learnin now
You on the inside lookin out, I got a Mac that'll take your curtains down
n*ggas claim they in the streets, but they lyin n*gga
I slide through your block all the time Ion see not one you n*ggas outside
And n*ggas hate me still singin my rhymes
This sh*t my life I ain’t tryna get signed
And I don't text so if it ain't sex or if it ain't money b*tch get off my line, hold on
Everybody love the gang throw it up if you claim that
Designer bandana I bang that
I'm from the pole where it's cold where I hang at
So n*gga f*ck you if you ain't that
Cause my n*ggas is all I need
And muf*ckas bleed just like I bleed
Raybans on me fake n*ggas Ion see, hold on

[Hook]
Hold on hold on hold on hold on
Ion think they heard what the f*ck bro said
He said, “f*ck hoes, get cash and stop hatin with your b*tch ass”