[Hook:Bandgang Biggs]
Catch him out in traffic, turn into a mad man
Take that n*gga life until the mag jammed
Move work, hit the block, and let the bag dance
f*ck you n*ggas talking bout, real bag man
Meet the plug, in and out, really add bands
Why yo n*gga talking bout how he done had bands (f*ck outta here)
We don't wanna here that boosting talk
f*ck a chicken lil n*gga, this that rooster talk, rooster talk
You got chicken ima show you how that rooster talk, rooster talk
If you got chicken n*gga welcome to that rooster talk
[Bandgang AJ]
Swiping with them killers, they itching, they on a [?]
Master [?] , them withdraws a b*tch
40's with the beam, extendos all in the b*tch
I'm in the hood with that sh*t
Corn looking like a brick n*gga
Money counting, steady clicking
Rooster got me limping, money
Louie's ain't got strings, so these hoes ain't tripping
I ain't sweating a b*tch, not from afar
I got that old macdonald on me b*tch
Welcome to the farm
[Bandgang Biggs]
I open my eyes, look at my watch, im whipping these spots
Say yo cop, bettern't f*ck up, these n*ggas the cops
I'm father Glock
I'm tuckin and duckin, i'm letting off rounds
Sweating off pounds, that's how sh*t be when you letting off rounds
I play on the block, swiping my sack, this sh*t is so hot
But if i should stop, then i won't eat, b*tch i rather not
b*tch i rather die, that's how sh*t be, put it on god
Bandgang broke, now that is a joke, put it on yal
b*tch
[Hook: Bandgang Biggs]
Catch him out in traffic, turn into a mad man
Take that n*gga life until the mag jammed
Move work, hit the block, and let the bag dance
f*ck you n*ggas talking bout, real bag man
Meet the plug, in and out, really add bands
Why yo n*gga talking bout how he done had bands (f*ck outta here)
We don't wanna here that boostin talk
f*ck a chicken lil n*gga, this that rooster talk, rooster talk
You got chicken ima show you how that rooster talk, rooster talk
If you got chicken n*gga welcome to that rooster talk
[Bandgang Masoe]
Loaded and its going out of east oakland
Still thugging, thousand miles away with strap pokin
46 in 2 liter, don't know where i'm going
But i'm still going b*tch, driving goo goo where we goin?
Making home feel like i scored and done went touched down
When the shot, last seconds sc*m, this rolli bust down
Pay rent, threw a couple pounds of that good sound
Catch me off coast, in family coven, b*tches love our style
Little n*gga 17, he don't budge a smile
Talkin all loud gone get you hit all in yo f*cking frown
Making money clean, money never count the dirty
Love my brother dirty, we run hoes like Kentucky derby
n*ggas selling hit juice, sh*t pink as Kirby
DD just got 30, he ain't guap no more, his strap curry , Money