Crew

[Chorus: The Fatal Sling]
These people tryna fuck with me
I got my crew with me
Spinning down the block and we spend a whole 50
And you can’t touch me, man I’m a real G
And you can’t touch me, man I’m a real G
These people tryna fuck with me
I got my crew with me
Spinning down the block and we spend a whole 50
And you can’t touch me, man I’m a real G
And you can’t touch me, man I’m a real G

[Verse 1: The Fatal Sling]
Rolling up the kush up in the stu with the boys
We be making bangers and we do this shit for joy
We can’t fuck with no shorty that be fucking with a toy
That boy singing mighty fine, just like that cracker Troy
Free my brother Pim he been locked up for real
We be need that money so we struck another deal
Racing in a car until I burnt my fucking wheel
Working my ass off, just so I can buy a meal
And we work our fucking ass off
On the fucking grind until it pays off
ARN, bitch you know that’s the whole squad
Running up, just so we can get the quad!

[Chorus: The Fatal Sling]
These people tryna fuck with me
I got my crew with me
Spinning down the block and we spend a whole 50
And you can’t touch me, man I’m a real G
And you can’t touch me, man I’m a real G
These people tryna fuck with me
I got my crew with me
Spinning down the block and we spend a whole 50
And you can’t touch me, man I’m a real G
And you can’t touch me, man I’m a real G

[Verse 2: THXMONDO]
[?]

[Chorus: The Fatal Sling]
These people tryna fuck with me
I got my crew with me
Spinning down the block and we spend a whole 50
And you can’t touch me, man I’m a real G
And you can’t touch me, man I’m a real G
These people tryna fuck with me
I got my crew with me
Spinning down the block and we spend a whole 50
And you can’t touch me, man I’m a real G
And you can’t touch me, man I’m a real G