NGeeYL – Gunnit Gang lyrics

[Verse]
Got the .40
All these damn packs, you can't afford me
I'm a big ass Pit, that pup there a Yorkie
And I'm 'bout to fuckin' zoomin' off in traffic
Got that fuckin' .40 on me and it's blastin'
Run up on me, dump your body in the trashcan
I'm up in that motherfucker, 44s flexin'
And they better know that Double S deadly
Nigga run up on me wrong give him a headache
That's a headshot, bitch I run the block
All these niggas watching me like a damn clock
Look up at my watch, it don't tick-tock
Look at my damn neck, it's wet like a Patek
Shawty pussy wet, I call her Philippe
I'm up in that bitch beatin' the pack out every week
I will move 'bout 20 damn pounds every fuckin' 2 weeks
I'm up in that bitch, I'm countin' money, not no sheep
Yung Legend I'm strong, your lil boyfriend he be weak
I'm up in this bitch
Lookin' like a lick
But I'm not a lick
Run up on me wrong, choppa hit his bitch
Choppa hit his shit, knock you out your boots
Word around town I be swerving in that coupe
Fuck a light-skinned hoe in the front seat
Everybody know, Legend ain't the one
I ride with the guns, got the Tommy Gun
Hit you and your son, I don't give a fuck
I feel like OG-Wan, OG-Wan Kenobi
That boy called my phone for a pack, but he don't know me
And I carry that motherfuckin' strap like it's a trophy
Double S up on my neck, y'all lil niggas tryna clone me
You is not the mob, you is not the gang
Why that nigga in this picture got guns to his brain
Boy you is a dub
I came with the seal, nigga I might have to plug him
Got the fuckin' chopper and it's ready to fucking hug him
Look at fuckin' YL
These niggas out here funny, I call them Keenan and Kel
Got the .40
Chill with your shorty
[?] bitch you can't afford me
I'm a fuckin' Pit, that pup there a Yorkie
Got that chopper and it's ready to hit your torso
I'm fly just like a pigeon
I'm fly just like a penguin
Y'all lil niggas ain't
Out here fuckin' remixin'
You lil' niggas can't
Beat that fuckin' sack
Your plug had to get it back