Orange Laces (Remix) lyrics

[Poke's verse]
CEH n*gga (Count Every Hoov)
b*tch im back on my bullsh*t
Poke got a full clip with a 30 on it
Saggin on your hood on some bullsh*t
Try to run up on me imma hit you with this full clip
Back to the set, go sag on my bullsh*t
Im hot n*gga

Come up on this block
You get popped
Ain't no stoppin n*gga
Im posted in the set with big chops
And big mopsticks
Free them n*ggas on the hotlist
(Hold on, n*gga I got this)
Saggin around in a bucket with a blower thats on the hotlist

Its Peezy
Better believe it, im on some gangsh*t
I hop out on some flame sh*t
And its all for the gang b*tch
No stoppin n*gga
Hold on, we gon pop a n*gga
We back on your block with these chops
Ain’t no stoppin n*gga
Look
And you can catch me at the Park
Its no marks
Squabble up, run a fade
And you get sparked, n*gga'
Really after dark
Saggin low, with the thang on me
Just in case they bang on me
Im saggin with the same homie

[Hook x2]
I hit the pen and poke my chest out and get my face hit
Im tryna get the Chucks, the ones that come with orange laces
Tryna get the money, stacking up the blue faces
Can't f*ck with broke hoes, they too late, they too basic

[Jap5's verse]
My names Stu
And I ain’t talking Boy Blue
Im stupid as a dumby
And my chopper make noise too
Posted in the Gunnits
If it's some locs I know
Thats gon shoot
Still f*cking hoes and grooving sh*t
How we supposed to
I really got a squabble
Like a fighter off of Tekken
n*ggas out here talking reckless
Better really get to steppin
If you ain't got your squabble up
Than I suggest you get a weapon
Better come with something big
Cause im a have a Smith and Wesson
I'll bust a n*gga head for the bread
All these n*ggas speaking on me
So Im ducking all the feds
Momma told me all the real ones
Either up in jail or dead
And its a couple on the street
But they got money on they heads
[JayHeartlessRTF's verse]
You n*ggas wallbang and candle-kick
The Hoovers known to handle sh*t
You ain't trying to sag on the district
n*gga pass the blick
Never did no powder or no crystal
And im active b*tch
Ask about me, on the district
I been sagging sh*t
From county jail squabbles
To court tanks, I handled it
74 Bayz, im part of something
And its Skanless
Drop him where we catch him
Its phone calls and ambulances
Gang here
J.O.B. n*ggas is savages
You n*ggas know what time it is
The gangland give it up
n*gga I dont give a f*ck
Black laces, orange chucks
And naw it ain't no switching up
Opp n*ggas cliquing up
The gang really did it up
You n*ggas ain't did enough
[Hook x2]
I hit the pen and poke my chest out and get my face hit
Im tryna get the Chucks, the ones that come with orange laces
Tryna get the money, stacking up the blue faces
Can't f*ck with broke hoes, they too late, they too basic

[Treyway6k's verse]
Aiight...
Its another gang anthem
I’m a third street pastor
Catch me in the Jets
b*tch I’m hanging with the Raskals
Ranger hat turned back
Dripping high fashion
Two fingers with the thumb
n*gga the gang Nkapp-bashing
And when them n*ggas hit the Four
I'm the one that start clapping
Make a n*gga flip
Like he know gymnastics
79th to 89th
We ain’t giving no passes
Slide through the Gutta
And make a Sissy do a backflip
I need the Chucks
Yea the ones with orange laces
Hanging with the real Criminals
And no basics
I'm still out on bail
I'm dodging like 4 cases
Mr. Six Owe K
And I'm still screaming f*ck Laces

[Hook x2]
I hit the pen and poke my chest out and get my face hit
Im tryna get the Chucks, the ones that come with orange laces
Tryna get the money, stacking up the blue faces
Can’t f*ck with broke hoes, they too late, they too basic

[Young Threat's verse]
I hit the penn and poke my chest out
And walk the mainline
I'm saggin with the Criminals
The members that's doing state time
Crease up my boots
Watch my shoes, b*tch
I'm still flyer
Free that n*gga Slap, When he get back
He said he still sliding
Gangland
Terrorize em
We ain't playing fair by em
Paramedics couldn't save him
Its too late, he's dead on arrival
Backseat slider, no driver
I'm trying to hold the fire
n*ggas be good at drive-bys
Gang and nem shoulda wacked the tires
Bro gon put the blower to his mouth
He need his pacifier
All sober sliders required
They need Lizzy McGuire
Starch em with that iron
Play ball hard on the gridiron
Ducking from the sirens
Its violence
They need to free the lifers

[Tbleu's verse]
Facing court cases
Parolees and probation
Kick door for blue faces
Because of these orange laces
I got no patience
Trying to slide
And my heart racing
Seen a opp-pack slippin on Western
Im gon face him
The Ugly Girls?
Hell nah, we dont date em
Always got his hand out
You b*tches get no favors
Bounce out, 30 stick
Its nothing major
Aiming at his hairline
Trying to give him a whole taper
A scared n*gga?
Will turn into a dead n*gga
n*ggas only highpower
Cause drugs or psych meds
f*ck talking, all action
Im trying to see bloodshed
If its green to put him down
Then we got him
Enough said