"Put It On Da Floor Gmix" lyrics
If you ain't shooting CG, you ain't on shit
And that's just like that, look
CG film
Hey, new block out the plastic, you could say it's brand new
We don't do no gin folds, but them bitches ran through
Hit they block, we got them sick, they gon' need some canned soup
Put a ten on them, fuck it, see what a hundred grand do
Twelve got behind us, I'm like, fuck it, break the law
I let the GDs in the door, them niggas mad, we taking off
Ay, I can make a bitch take off from work and take it off
Ay, told that bitch to keep on sucking till she make it soft
Ah, ay, ay, back the fuck up
Leave the club with 50 guns in case we act the fuck up
She gon' suck this dick and when she done, she clean the nut up
I was in her year, so Charger pulled up, made me cut up
Tough, bitch, I ball like Eve
Shorty seen a hundred K, she ain't wanna leave
Bitch must be slow if she think I'm buying her weave
Oh, he tryna fight, he think he Creed, I got something up my sleeve
I done done it all, but I ain't shorty low
Heard they got all the hoes, that's how we get all the lows
I'm talking cigarettes, weed, crack, we want all the smoke
Boy, we step on shit, y'all stand up, I swear they all a joke
No, I don't play both sides, but I be on both sides
Ask about me, I be at they neck like a bow tie
I been on this different type of time since my bro died
Ain't no time to sit around crying, nigga, go slide
I been on this different type of time since my bro died
Ain't no time to sit around crying, bitch, go slide
Y'all thought I was gone, bitch, I'm back like I never left
You can run, folk gon' chase you till you run out of breath
Scrap name and scrap gang and some I'm gon' forever rep
Got niggas thinking D from half court, I'm a threat like Steph
We out at night, pull up, spray it all in his car like it's black ice
You won't see me when I slide, boy, I'm something like black ice
I don't know about your city, but let me tell you what the rack like
In the middle of December, we'll make it feel like June
Yeah, we slid and we ready for the shit that's coming soon
I don't even like to sweep, but I'll pull up with a broom
Reaching for my chain, you might get sent to the upper room
Reaching for my chain, you might get sent to the upper room
Reaching for my chain, you might get sent to the upper room
Ay, ay, ay, uh, uh, uh, ay
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Scrapp Gang
Scrapp Gang
And that's just like that, look
CG film
Hey, new block out the plastic, you could say it's brand new
We don't do no gin folds, but them bitches ran through
Hit they block, we got them sick, they gon' need some canned soup
Put a ten on them, fuck it, see what a hundred grand do
Twelve got behind us, I'm like, fuck it, break the law
I let the GDs in the door, them niggas mad, we taking off
Ay, I can make a bitch take off from work and take it off
Ay, told that bitch to keep on sucking till she make it soft
Ah, ay, ay, back the fuck up
Leave the club with 50 guns in case we act the fuck up
She gon' suck this dick and when she done, she clean the nut up
I was in her year, so Charger pulled up, made me cut up
Tough, bitch, I ball like Eve
Shorty seen a hundred K, she ain't wanna leave
Bitch must be slow if she think I'm buying her weave
Oh, he tryna fight, he think he Creed, I got something up my sleeve
I done done it all, but I ain't shorty low
Heard they got all the hoes, that's how we get all the lows
I'm talking cigarettes, weed, crack, we want all the smoke
Boy, we step on shit, y'all stand up, I swear they all a joke
No, I don't play both sides, but I be on both sides
Ask about me, I be at they neck like a bow tie
I been on this different type of time since my bro died
Ain't no time to sit around crying, nigga, go slide
I been on this different type of time since my bro died
Ain't no time to sit around crying, bitch, go slide
Y'all thought I was gone, bitch, I'm back like I never left
You can run, folk gon' chase you till you run out of breath
Scrap name and scrap gang and some I'm gon' forever rep
Got niggas thinking D from half court, I'm a threat like Steph
We out at night, pull up, spray it all in his car like it's black ice
You won't see me when I slide, boy, I'm something like black ice
I don't know about your city, but let me tell you what the rack like
In the middle of December, we'll make it feel like June
Yeah, we slid and we ready for the shit that's coming soon
I don't even like to sweep, but I'll pull up with a broom
Reaching for my chain, you might get sent to the upper room
Reaching for my chain, you might get sent to the upper room
Reaching for my chain, you might get sent to the upper room
Ay, ay, ay, uh, uh, uh, ay
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Scrapp Gang
Scrapp Gang
