4toda5to - #Air McNair Lyrics

Fast lane bag gang big F-L-B-G
Ain’t jumpin in dis lane if you ain’t rock wit no heat heat
I do my thang without it you could get yo ass beat beat
If I catch you with the gang then nigga gettin straight feet feet
Knock a nigga teeth up outta his shit he look like D Z
Shit now we bouta bring them hammas out he talkin repeat
Hit the block double back we finna let these bitches reheat
All a nigga know is win we ain’t accepting no defeats
We sendin them betta keep that talkin too a minimum
Semi automatic twenty one it got a Cinnabon
Still wit extra clips in dis bitch yea we fillin em
My nigga ,you my muthafuckin brotha that’s the synonym
Hatin cuz he broke wit no hope bro he been a bum
Niggas runnin round talkin smoke till we hit a lung
Me an P on bike or on feet cuz they owe us some
Niggas talk a lot wit no heat he betta toat him one
We gettin to da money nigga... dats shit we do up ona regular
Fast lane bag gang we don’t got no competitors
Remember hella days down bad now we hella up
Fuck yo time my niggas time shine ain’t no compare to us
Cold nigga pole grippa rep that nickel bold nigga
Say the game is never told an now my raps sold nigga
Bitches on me like I’m famous I just need a pole licka
Den get off me when I’m done an now go be a dough flippa
Can’t sit around broke ain’t no handouts from no nigga
Had to get it on our own we got it off the flo nigga
Free my brody out that jam bro he a known set trippa
Niggas ever know is on you know I’m gone step witcha
Make a way seem like don’t nobody wanna see you great
No money in dis hood shit ima go see bout these interstates
No food if I eat out I jus put hundreds on my dinner plate
No new ones in my space these extra niggas they jus ina way
Hand we was dealt you be surprised how we even here today
Smart we had played circle small an kept it ona waist
Tryna touch bands won’t hesitate to put in ya face
Fuck wit the lane they down to camp up in a nigga place
Got hella shit bro I can give a fuck about yo relevance
A solid few cant fuck wit hella niggas they start tellin it
Fuck the laws I grew up round them dogs we be rebellion shit
Skinny nigga standing tall with presence of a elephant
We gettin to da money nigga... dats shit we do up ona regular
Fast lane bag gang we don’t got no competitors
Remember hella days down bad now we hella up
Fuck yo time my niggas time shine ain’t no compare to us
We gettin to da money nigga... dats shit we do up ona regular
Fast lane bag gang we don’t got no competitors
Remember hella days down bad now we hella up
Fuck yo time my niggas time shine ain’t no compare to us

Fast lane bag gang big F-L-B-G
Ain’t jumpin in dis lane if you ain’t rock wit no heat heat
I do my thang without it you could get yo ass beat beat
If I catch you with the gang then nigga gettin straight feet feet
Knock a nigga teeth up outta his shit he look like D Z
Shit now we bouta bring them hammas out he talkin repeat
Hit the block double back we finna let these bitches reheat
All a nigga know is win we ain’t accepting no defeats
We sendin them betta keep that talkin too a minimum
Semi automatic twenty one it got a Cinnabon
Still wit extra clips in dis bitch yea we fillin em
My nigga ,you my muthafuckin brotha that’s the synonym
Hatin cuz he broke wit no hope bro he been a bum
Niggas runnin round talkin smoke till we hit a lung
Me an P on bike or on feet cuz they owe us some
Niggas talk a lot wit no heat he betta toat him one
We gettin to da money nigga... dats shit we do up ona regular
Fast lane bag gang we don’t got no competitors
Remember hella days down bad now we hella up
Fuck yo time my niggas time shine ain’t no compare to us
Cold nigga pole grippa rep that nickel bold nigga
Say the game is never told an now my raps sold nigga
Bitches on me like I’m famous I just need a pole licka
Den get off me when I’m done an now go be a dough flippa
Can’t sit around broke ain’t no handouts from no nigga
Had to get it on our own we got it off the flo nigga
Free my brody out that jam bro he a known set trippa
Niggas ever know is on you know I’m gone step witcha
Make a way seem like don’t nobody wanna see you great
No money in dis hood shit ima go see bout these interstates
No food if I eat out I jus put hundreds on my dinner plate
No new ones in my space these extra niggas they jus ina way
Hand we was dealt you be surprised how we even here today
Smart we had played circle small an kept it ona waist
Tryna touch bands won’t hesitate to put in ya face
Fuck wit the lane they down to camp up in a nigga place
Got hella shit bro I can give a fuck about yo relevance
A solid few cant fuck wit hella niggas they start tellin it
Fuck the laws I grew up round them dogs we be rebellion shit
Skinny nigga standing tall with presence of a elephant
We gettin to da money nigga... dats shit we do up ona regular
Fast lane bag gang we don’t got no competitors
Remember hella days down bad now we hella up
Fuck yo time my niggas time shine ain’t no compare to us
We gettin to da money nigga... dats shit we do up ona regular
Fast lane bag gang we don’t got no competitors
Remember hella days down bad now we hella up
Fuck yo time my niggas time shine ain’t no compare to us