Drowning Remix lyrics

[Intro]
Gang
Gang
East Rogers
Shotty told me go crazy, I gotta go crazy. On folks
East Rogers

[Hook]
I be with some killers and they come straight out East Rogers
Shout-out my bro Bang we call his black ass Mr. Rogers
He come through your block and he gon' have a f*ckin' slaughter
Fessed up on your sh*t, better have vest up on your chest
(Look)
Free my brother Spazz Out, free my f*ckin' brother Shotta, he tried to finesse and got finessed, b*tch that's your karma
Eatin' good like Buddha I think I should take up Dharma
Blow dope by the O' swear you would think I was a farmer

[Verse]
I got this lil' b*tch and she remind me of Rihanna, got me a lil' chocolate b*tch she look like Keke Palmer
n*ggas say they winnin', that sh*t couldn't be any falser
I got me a 63 chop it up on the salsa

All my n*ggas saucin', b*tches they be on us
I had told lil' b*tch for fun that she was just a bonus
Please do not get tough with us 'cause we will leave you soulless
If they ask me where it go, I promise I don't know it
I be on the Pole, where it be cold, where it be frozen
I be with my bros I swear we ball just like DeRozan
Caught a brick up on my wrist, I come through it be snowin'
They be like "Okay Taysav I see you, you be glowin'."