YG
Kolors
Uh-oh
(Diego)
I just poured a eight of dope
To celebrate the trip he took, he let that kata blow
I'm 'bout whatever with my dogs, whichever way it go
We bulletproof the SUV, just tryna make it home (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
They takin' photos with they poles instead of savin' souls
They show me work when my big brother had to take control
The streets is mine, don't let 'em lie that you, don't play the role
About the last nigga that— (Yeah), say no more
If niggas know me, then they know your nigga known for crammin'
We slap buttons on the glizzy, got him speakin' Spanish
Call it documented funk when niggas Instagrammin' (Yeah)
Bump into me out in traffic, see who's really handin'
Let's see who really blammin'
Red rag flaggin'-ass nigga (Red raggin')
Big bag ratchet-ass nigga (Big bag)
Bad bitch havin'-ass nigga (Bad, bad)
To the bank, laughin'-ass nigga (Yeah, that)
Red rag flaggin'-ass nigga (Red raggin')
Big bag ratchet-ass nigga (Big bag)
Bad bitch havin'-ass nigga (Bad, bad)
To the bank, laughin'-ass nigga (Yeah, that)
Letras de cancionesTo the bank I fuckin' go, she a ho, I love her, though
To the face, I'm chuckin' fours, big Bs on the road
Caught him slippin', took his soul, oh well, fuck him though
What the fuck was up with Blood? Thought he was a untouchable
400 Hell Gang, yeah, we in the flesh
Roomy CMs, but we don't take no disrespect
Dislocate a nigga jaw if he diss the set
I just hit the bitch raw, ooh, her shit was wet
Red rag flaggin', thirty-four savage
All my niggas havin', we ain't carryin' no baggage
YG so ratchet, you know we keep a ratchet
Bulletproof the Caddy, 'cause nigga, we ain't never lackin'
Red rag flaggin'-ass nigga (Ayy, 400, red raggin')
Big bag ratchet-ass nigga (Yeah, baggin')
Bad bitch havin'-ass nigga (Bad, bad)
To the bank, laughin'-ass nigga (Yeah, that)
Red rag flaggin'-ass nigga (Red raggin')
Big bag ratchet-ass nigga (Big bag)
Bad bitch havin'-ass nigga (Bad, bad, you know what's happenin')
To the bank, laughin'-ass nigga (Yeah, that)
Uh, I'm at the bank tryna hit the teller, uh-huh
I got a shank and a black Beretta, ooh-ooh
Inglewood, bitch, we do it better, uh
Two point five with the corals on Saint Ella
My voicemail jail calls from them grave diggers
Two times for the hood, we only raise killers
No morals, no respect, who made niggas? (Who?)
Suu whoopin' with a check, which gang member? Uh-uh
They can't fuck with me, I promise (I promise)
Ayy, bitch, I'm V.I.P., I'm proper (I'm proper)
If I fuck with you, you should be honest (Should know)
Dolo gang, we gon' spin 'til we nauseous, nigga (Uh)
Red rag flaggin'-ass nigga (Red raggin')
Big bag ratchet-ass nigga (Big bag, woo)
Bad bitch havin'-ass nigga (Bad, bad)
To the bank, laughin'-ass nigga (Yeah, that)
Red rag flaggin'-ass nigga (Red raggin')
Big bag ratchet-ass nigga (Big bag)
Bad bitch havin'-ass nigga (Bad, bad)
To the bank, laughin'-ass nigga (Yeah, that)
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