(Intro – Future)
You know this s**t adding up right now, you know what
I’m saying like Freebandz Gang, Taliban Gang.
Same thing, same difference, dig what I’m saying?
I’m finna spazz out right quick though, check gang though
(Chorus – Future)
My brother, my goon, my goon, my ni**a, my partners
Hold up, we try to be cool but cool you ni**as want problems
Hold up, please don’t enter Atlanta, we gotta get to em
Aye, ride up and load up them hammers ni**a we been doing it
That check, that check, that check on me away
Aye, I just took a dab of some molly bars
Aye, I just f**ked a stripper out at Follies bar
And I’m still running with the same gang
(Verse 1 – Ralo)
Op s**t, pop s**t
12 can’t stop s**t
Please name one bi**h
I cannot hit
She my main squeeze, these other bi**hes can’t be
I need you to thank me cause other ni**as ain’t me
My brothers, my brothers, my goons, my goons
You better not touch em, or be hit with the brooms
Better not make me mad
Got the things that’ll make the news
I don’t mean to break the rules
But look at what you made me do
Never heard of dog foot until they heard of Ralo
Every time I buy a brick it like I hit the lotto
I got more cheese than a nacho
Please free El Chapo
Tell em that I don’t cuff em
I ain’t f**king with these thot hoes
(Repeat Chorus)
(Verse 2 – Ralo)
Same ni**as with me, every day I recount
Only way I ever seen your bi**h was on her kneecaps
Every ni**a in my car strapped, f**k a seatbelt
All these pu**y ni**as join a gang because they need help
Help me it’s mayday, it’s mayday
You f**king on s**t in the club
Ain’t hard for a bi**h to sleep when she sleep with a thug
See me a bowl or see me with nothing at all
Give me the role, got people they want me to fall
I never turn my back on my brother and I never will
He know I never steal and I would never tell on him
Anything I got or ever had he can get half of
Even when I’m mad, it’s all love, we call it mad love
(Verse 3 – Future)
I got that money in the bag, the money like uh
I got that money in the bag, the money like uh
Hold up, Ralo got that check and ran it up
We don’t give a f**k about you, what you worth?
Look at my wrist, that’s a foreign car on me
I get to flicking my wrist with that Audemar on me, woah
Gotta be a real…to stand by us, uh
Taliban Gang, we wet this party up
All my ni**as still wanna gang bang
And I’m still running with the same gang
I just empty the clip and flip the clip, brp
Fit the big bullets in the clip, brp
(Outro – Future)
Ralo got that check and ran it up
Fit the big bullets in the clip, brp