Concussions lyrics

[Intro]
Gang
Young Street n*gga
Young Street n*gga
Young Street n*gga
Gang (Gang)
Woah, woah, woah

[Verse]
Since I f*cked the game up, they tryna f*ck my name up
You call the police if you want, but you know they can't tame us
My old hoes hate my new ways ’cause I came up
We're old poles weak as new bodies b*tch we dangerous
My rich b*tch make a broke b*tch get a change up
We cut her up, left the paramedics picking brains up
We got the chain and we got the things get a change up
The white sh*t I searched for make the fiends veins blow up
I walk mad as my designer, I got mix matched route