32GANG lyrics

[Hook]
pus*y n*gga talk we gonna' catch him out his element
This ain't H&M, ain't no phony sh*t I been legit
Leather jacket b*tch, Dior denim, rose petal sh*t
Watch your mouth, f*ck around and make the pus*y boy repent
.40 on my belt, ain't no Goyard, boy this Alyx Prince
She a 10 to you but to me Imma' dispose the b*tch
He be pillow talkin' phony kickin' in his clothes and sh*t
I can't trust a soul, 32 boy that's my only clique
(That's my only clique, that's my only clique)

[Verse]
b*tch I'll go for 10
Ball above da the rim
Oooh I pull up bent
Benzo with the tint
f*ck that b*tch and kick her out, boy you be paying rent
I been working since
I can never quit
Warhol ball like Shaq and sh*t
Keri Hilson lookin' b*tch
Tryna kick it with a jit
Who you know
Check the boy
Tweakin' betta fetch da boy
Bad b*tch, Starbucks after 6, she need extra soy
He mad that b*tch choosin', that's a extra boy
I stunt extra hard
Just might tat' my arm
Bro nem' whippin' extra chickens, like a trapper farm