Politics lyrics

[Intro: YBN Nahmir]
Ha
Gang (Gang, gang, gang, gang)
Ayy
Man what the f*ck? n*ggas already know what the f*ck goin' on, man. I ain't with none of that internet talking, man
n*ggas know where the f*ck I stay at
If it was up with n*ggas, n*ggas would've been blew that b*tch down
n*ggas is pus*y, on my momma n*gga
(Ayy)
Be for real, leave the internet gangster

[Verse 1: YBN Nahmir]
When I seen him up in traffic, caught him and he ran (b*tch)
n*ggas really don't want smoke, they talking for the 'Gram (Brrra)
Tryna get they clout up, they mention me like fans (Gang)
'Til we hop out with them blowers, blow 'em like a fan (Baow, baow, baow)
n*ggas talk that hot sh*t when I'm out of town (When I'm out of town)
But when I touch back down, none these n*ggas 'round (Gang, gang)
I be talking cash sh*t, I got a bag now (b*tch)
But if a n*gga think I'm pus*y, I'ma lay 'em down (Brrra)
I'm in LA f*cking all these hoes, I'm dizzy (I'm dizzy)
I'm up now, they doin' what I say like a sensei (Like a)
My sh*t hit like a n*gga hit a checkmate (Ha)
And b*tches know me, I'm still bouncing out with them Big K's (Brrra-bah-bah-bah)
When I'm in town, I'm on the East, and I ain't ducking sh*t (Ducking sh*t)
n*ggas talking, we the ones that be sparking sticks (b*tch)
n*ggas make that lil' diss but ain't sparking sh*t (Gang, gang)
Boy you pus*y, yeah we know you stay in Hoover, b*tch (Brrra, brrra)
Brodie told 'em drop a pin, where them n*ggas stay? (n*ggas stay)
I'm on the train with number 5, he hit you in the face (You n*ggas, ha)
Fake beefin', well you need to put that mop up (Put that mop up)
Boy them shooters come around and really mop ya (Grrra, grrra, grrra)
n*gga on yo' dead homie, I ain't ran from sh*t (Ran from sh*t)
If a n*gga say I did, he a lyin' b*tch (b*tch)
Beat them b*tches up, you n*ggas wasn't stopping sh*t (Stupid b*tch)
If I was there, I would've let off that whole clip (Brrra-bah-bah-bah)
Wave hoppin', well, y'all need to ride another wave ('Nother wave)
And y'all was all on my di*k with "Rubbin' off the Paint" (n*gga sick)
That sh*t dropped and a n*gga hit a hundred K (b*tch)
That's why they mad, 'cause they wanna be up in my place (In my place, n*gga)
But no you can't, and I'm the one that's f*cking b*tches now (f*cking b*tches now)
All that recordin', yeah, you n*ggas steady snitchin' now (You n*ggas gay)
Keep on talking with that .40, I bet he finna drown (Brrra)
Benz was talking until they popped his ass in In-N-Out (Brrra-bah-bah-bah)
I say I'm good in the 'Ham, let a n*gga play (Let him play)
So you can catch me over Huffman, over Twin Gates (Huh)
It's RIP Cam and for Quay I count big face (Out my face)
These n*ggas still talking with no bullets in them AK's (Gang, gang, gang)
n*ggas talking 'til they see that black Nissan (b*tch)
I ain't never seen these b*tches or these peons (Hell nah)
I broke that lil' b*tch hard, I can't keep mines (Stupid b*tch)
I can't go to Florida, sike, n*gga I'll be fine (Gang, gang, gang)
I'm goin' to Houston, know a n*gga got the mob ties (b*tch)
These n*ggas really only hard on IG Live (Huh)
I'm locked in, in this hell, if you touch me, n*gga (If you touch me n*gga)
These n*ggas only act hard when they n*ggas wit' 'em (These n*ggas weird)
Shoutout Day Day, shoutout Bam, them my n*ggas, n*gga (Them my n*ggas)
Any n*gga touch Jay, I'm really tripping n*gga (Brrra)
Touch Glizzy lil' b*tch, then I'm on yo' ass (Off rip)
And off rip, I leave you in that body bag
[Verse 2: G Herbo]
You think just 'cause we up them M's we ain't shootin' n*ggas (What)
Okay we on that, when we see him then, stupid n*gga (Stupid ass n*gga)
All my n*ggas earned them stripes, now we too official (For real)
That's yo' homie, he gon' die too, what he doin' with you?
Smokin' dody, thinkin' 'bout my brodie, n*gga know I miss him
Blow for brodie, you get smoked for Kobe, yeah, who want a issue?
Used to wake up early mornings and we on a mission (On a mission)
Sittin' in yo' whip, hollow go right through and hit him (Baow)
Lil' bro do a hit him (Hit him), you must think we kiddin' (Kiddin')
Homie ain't no killer (Huh), that sh*t don't even fit him
And I'm rockin' fitted, Mike Amiri denim (Mike Amiri denim)
This b*tch stuffed up in 'em, buy down independent (Buy down independent)
b*tch I'm comin' wit' it, buy down independent (Ayy, ayy)
Two-hundred, all twenties (Twenties), three-hundred, all fifties (All fifties)
I got a safe house (Safe house), hundreds all in it (All in it)
And I got a playhouse (Playhouse), pull up all b*tches (All b*tches)
We the ones yelled that gang sh*t, now y'all all wit' it (All wit' it)
You wasn't the only one on that bang sh*t, n*gga, we all did it
Ain't gon' know it, when we tell him change you, we got a language (We got a language)
Take No Limit out your name, b*tch, you gotta change it (You gotta change it)
Think you recognize the game, b*tch I'm finna strange it (Finna strange it)
Wear that hat wrong on the nine, pus*y rearrange it (Rearrange it)
So much power in that .45, I just call it Range Rover
Need a hour or like forty-five, changin', nothin' major, n*gga (Need a hour)
[Verse 3: DaBoii]
Now gon' and tell me somethin'
When you hear them engines down the street, b*tch you can tell we comin'
When I'm in that pus*y, say she feel it in her bellybutton
By the way that we approach the scene, b*tch, you can tell we clutchin'
You, wouldn't, know the half my dawg
I keep poppin' Perkys back to back, these ain't no Adderalls
Yeah I heard yo' favorite rapper tank, that sh*t ain't slap at all
Free the new ones outside, I'm comin' back for y'all
I bet all that money in your shoebox, you can't f*ck with me
Talkin' to myself like you my n*gga, I keep me company
I ain't even been in the club for not a minute, b*tches humpin' me
Oh you claim you you down to ride, b*tch hold this gun for me
I ain't never runnin' from no smoke, b*tch I be out too much
If my n*gga name on black and white, then I can't back him up
I done gave them boys enough of time, they wasn't fast enough
b*tch come over here and make it bounce, I like that ratchet stuff
b*tch come over here and make it shake, I like that ratchet sh*t
If we catch them n*ggas up in traffic, let them ratchets spit
pus*y boy thought he was first in line, you in the back of it
It be the n*ggas talkin' 'bout they up, don't got a rack to spend
Woke up mad as f*ck, just popped a pill, I think I'm happy now
Talkin' 'bout that sh*t up on the floor, then bring the rackets out
'Member I was broke as every joke, ain't no more laughin' now
Ganglato in the blunt, sh*t hittin' harder, this sh*t Pacquiao
Postin' politics up on the 'net, how is you n*ggas street?
Every other day I question God, like why my n*gga leave?
A n*gga touch my chain, it's goin' down just like a Nitti beat
Why you wastin' mud up on the floor? That's for my n*gga Sheed
Smokin' gas and pourin' out Hennessy, that's for my n*gga too
Valet n*gga tried to park the whip, I told that n*gga "Move"
Ridin' wit' the chopper in the front, this b*tch as big as you
And all the real n*ggas ain't dead, b*tch I'm the livin' proof, b—