Only Gang Letra - Polo G ft. 42 Dugg

(Southside on the track, yeah)

(Ayy Smatty, let's count up some f—)

New niggas, I don't fuck with new niggas

No, we don't recruit niggas

I be with a few killers, yeah

Crew killers, foenem walk up, shoot niggas

Rollin' off a few hitters, that Glock .22 hit 'em, yeah

Truth spitter, always with a few members

I can't fuck with you niggas

Bossed up, now my jewels bigger, yeah

Draco move niggas

Sweep your block like we got brooms with us

Once that boom hit 'em

Put your dead homie in the air

My Too Turnts don't fuck around

Hot shit flame, we burn him down

Hollows bangin' out that 40 cal'

Bitch, they outside lurkin' now

Thought only God could judge us

He got sixty years on the murder trial

Can switch the flow, I'm versatile

I'm ahead of y'all by a hundred miles

These niggas soft, my bro a savage, he play a cold game

Quick to hop out right in traffic like he got road rage

Thirty shots, he keep on clappin' until his soul rage

Head down, they caught him nappin' and took his whole brain

These bitches trippin', I been on cappin', back to my old way

A lot of niggas trickin', that's what's keepin' all these hoes safe

Liquor in me, bend it over, kill it, don't do foreplay

She gon' wanna lick me way I'm drippin' in these Dolces

New niggas, I don't fuck with new niggas

No, we don't recruit niggas

I be with a few killers, yeah

Crew killers, foenem walk up, shoot niggas

Rollin' off a few hitters, that Glock .22 hit 'em, yeah

Truth spitter, always with a few members

I can't fuck with you niggas

Bossed up, now my jewels bigger, yeah

Draco move niggas

Sweep your block like we got brooms with us

Once that boom hit 'em

Put your dead homie in the air

Yeah, Cap's with us, with the kid, young and rich

Block still mixed with Fent', come get a pinch

Don't let the anger get you killed, this shit get real

Eastside thirty sticks, I'm tryna blitz

I hope the gang don't look surprised, I'm droppin' five

He ain't even hit my bitch, but shit, he tried

I catch him out with all his shit, might get him robbed

I'm this trim, not 'cause I'm hatin', 'cause he a bitch

Might pour a six, I'm drinkin' Wock', no, this ain't Tris

And on the guys, before I cry, I'm tryna slide

Got a few niggas, I don't fuck with you niggas

Ever since I got rich, they been tryna stop shit, tuh

New niggas, I don't fuck with new niggas

No, we don't recruit niggas

I be with a few killers, yeah

Crew killers, foenem walk up, shoot niggas

Rollin' off a few hitters, that Glock .22 hit 'em, yeah

Truth spitter, always with a few members

I can't fuck with you niggas

Bossed up, now my jewels bigger, yeah

Draco move niggas

Sweep your block like we got brooms with us

Once that boom hit 'em

Put your dead homie in the air