"One Man Gang" lyrics
I'm a one man gang
Got my pitbull and my pistol
Watch my gun go bang
Get a hold of old friends?
Nah, I'm chill on that
On a bunch of old bull shit
They still on that
Crashed a couple times hard
Still on track
I'm a fucking dope boy, boy
I'm still on trap
Every year I make a mil off rap
They still on cap
All black
Murdered out
Heart with a motor mouth
Lived a life and wrote about the reason I got total clout
Stupid people came into my life until I showed em out
Simple bitches don't got mental thoughts
Dead meat
Close the top and drop you in your coffin like a bento box
Fuck your bars I'm dropping cinder blocks to break your mental block
Twenty years my life would interest cops
Now the sentence stopped
I can cross the border
Now, they had the entrance blocked
God has filled my heart with vengeance
I was never meant to stop
So what if I am numb
Don't gotta feel shit
Just gotta keep going
I don't got a kill switch
Put a half a mil inside a box
I don't feel rich
Cause I know I could blow that in a week
That's some real shit
I love my girlfriend
But sometimes she a real bitch
Good at switching shit like I'm the one that's hard to deal with
Pussy I am white raw
Uncut real brick
Homie tripping I'm a slip the clip in
Clip him real quick
Bitches classy trashy
She attractive that's the case
If she asking to smack her
Slap the lashes off her face
I'm a sicko with a nickel plated 38
Mind ain't in a sturdy state
Probably never get to see the pearly gates
Murder rate
Never wipe the blood from a dirty blade
Fly assertive bird of prey
Shouldn't have a word to say
Look
Don't talk about my age
I'm a demigod
Semi drawn, polished off half a bottle of Remi Ma
I'm off the Xanax now
Clap back at anyone
Circle get so small
I don't fuck with anyone
Girlfriend better realize
I'm not just anyone
And I'm not fucking anyone
Got my pitbull and my pistol
Watch my gun go bang
Get a hold of old friends?
Nah, I'm chill on that
On a bunch of old bull shit
They still on that
Crashed a couple times hard
Still on track
I'm a fucking dope boy, boy
I'm still on trap
Every year I make a mil off rap
They still on cap
All black
Murdered out
Heart with a motor mouth
Lived a life and wrote about the reason I got total clout
Stupid people came into my life until I showed em out
Simple bitches don't got mental thoughts
Dead meat
Close the top and drop you in your coffin like a bento box
Fuck your bars I'm dropping cinder blocks to break your mental block
Twenty years my life would interest cops
Now the sentence stopped
I can cross the border
Now, they had the entrance blocked
God has filled my heart with vengeance
I was never meant to stop
So what if I am numb
Don't gotta feel shit
Just gotta keep going
I don't got a kill switch
Put a half a mil inside a box
I don't feel rich
Cause I know I could blow that in a week
That's some real shit
I love my girlfriend
But sometimes she a real bitch
Good at switching shit like I'm the one that's hard to deal with
Pussy I am white raw
Uncut real brick
Homie tripping I'm a slip the clip in
Clip him real quick
Bitches classy trashy
She attractive that's the case
If she asking to smack her
Slap the lashes off her face
I'm a sicko with a nickel plated 38
Mind ain't in a sturdy state
Probably never get to see the pearly gates
Murder rate
Never wipe the blood from a dirty blade
Fly assertive bird of prey
Shouldn't have a word to say
Look
Don't talk about my age
I'm a demigod
Semi drawn, polished off half a bottle of Remi Ma
I'm off the Xanax now
Clap back at anyone
Circle get so small
I don't fuck with anyone
Girlfriend better realize
I'm not just anyone
And I'm not fucking anyone
Writer(s): Shane Ralph, Kim Lewis
