stg Lyrics

Yeah, I'm with my brothers, I swear to god we really be stunting

Yeah, sipping on muddy, I swear to god I feel it in my stomach

Yeah, fuck on the opps bitch I swear to god these niggas be running

Yeah, pull out a AK I swear to god we really be gunning

Yeah, you wanna stunt hit you with the blade

Feel like a ghost I might fade away

Boy we ain't running to fade today

We put 'em up in a grave today

Blowing on gas but the grade, it's A

My chopper bang like the 808s

Fuck what the hate gotta say today

Yeah, I got new bands

You try to run up on me, this chopper gone stay in my hand

Don't make no assumtion on me, cause nigga you don't understand

I spent a whole damn day on the perc, whole day on the xan

Yeah, I got problems in my head, you don't get it

Even if you did I probably still wouldn't let you in

On that block I spit real shit i'm steady choosing

Told momma i love her, i'm finna make you rich

Want bands like this like nigga you wish

I told her I love her but she a nuisance

Yeah I got a new chopper, it came with new clips

You a hater, we don't even know who you is

Yeah, I'm with my brothers, I swear to god we really be stunting

Yeah, sipping on muddy, I swear to god I feel it in my stomach

Yeah, fuck on the opps bitch I swear to god these niggas be running

Yeah, pull out a AK I swear to god we really be gunning

Yeah, I'm with my brothers, I swear to god we really be stunting

Yeah, sipping on muddy, I swear to god I feel it in my stomach

Yeah, fuck on the opps bitch I swear to god these niggas be running

Yeah, pull out a AK I swear to god we really be gunning