Jet Li Lyrics

Gang, Gang, Gang

KHWC know how we coming man

Aye I'm really finna slide on this shit for real tho

Let's Go

I got the glock and that bitch gotta light

Fucking with my and we shooting on sight

Stacking the cheese it's increasing my height

I miss with the left know I connect with the right

I got the cup yeah I'm sipping my sprite

Armour on me bitch I feel like a knight

Asked if I was cheating yeah I told her I might

Fucking her good yeah you know that shit tight

That bitch connect he got hit in the chin

Pass her to the gang then I fuck on her friend

Don't fuck with a average that bitch is a ten

Cold with the shit don't need a pen

Been with the shit don't follow no trend

Just got the check you know Imma spend

Glock with the clip yeah you know it extend

She catching feelings just like a tight end

That bitch is calling me Santa the way to the way

That I'm judging to see if she naughty or nice

Pick up the Gucci and Louis my nigga

Just know I don't give a fuck bout the price

Nigga I'm fine in my own I'm getting the money and shit

I don't need no advice

Jewelry so cold on my neck and my wrist my nigga

I gotta frostbite from my ice

I ain't no snitch nigga I ain't gone talk

Kicked her out that bitch I told her to walk

Hit her up later she giving the gawk

Predator no prey just like imma hawk

Fucking that bitch and no I'm not sorry

Talking bout me at me like I'm carti

When I pull up you know I'm the life of the party

Daredevil shit just like I'm Jeff hardy

I'm blowing her back

I'll be yo Cody and u be my Zack

Opp in my blunt yea we smoking the pack

Stand on my money it's taller than Shaq

Niggas afraid they running like track

Looking at shorty you know she a snack

Gang is some k9s know we attack

I'm Lil Uzi I got them big racks

I'm blowing that bitch and it sound like a ar

Put heat on a nigga like we smoking a cigar

Whipping that bitch in the brand new Jaguar

Niggas be capping that shit is just biazzare

Niggas be messy better leave me alone

When you talking to me better lower ya tone

Ask why yo bitch is hitting my phone

King of the shit how I sit in the throne

I got the glock and that bitch gotta light

Fucking with my and we shooting on sight

Stacking the cheese it's increasing my height

I miss with the left know I connect with the right

I got the cup yeah I'm sipping my sprite

Armour on me bitch I feel like a knight

Asked if I was cheating yeah I told her I might

Fucking her good yeah you know that shit tight

That bitch connect he got hit in the chin

Pass her to the gang then I fuck on her friend

Don't fuck with a average that bitch is a ten

Cold with the shit don't need a pen

Been with the shit don't follow no trend

Just got the check you know Imma spend

Glock with the clip yeah you know it extend

She catching feelings just like a tight end