Текст песни Gambit - B-Jay Banks

Free 1600 nigga
You already Know the vibes

Look
Ay

My dog keep telling me we gone be straight
We still got shit up in motion
Niggas know they can′t fuck with Banks
Let's get this shit in the open

I don′t even be on the block no more, I'm focused
Bounce back, trap reloaded
Had to move outta the spot, think somebody scoped it
Pack land, Trap re-opened

Get the work out of the spot
I brought the load in
Somebody noticed
Get on this beat and I float it
My flow been the coldest
Hundred ways I could approach this

Glock 19 I'm toatin′
Touch my bro, I′m rolling
Tell the security sneak my 4 in
That's my dog, can′t leave me loafin'

My shit OG, it′s just potent
Life working out how I planned it
Break down a P, boy I'm ′bout to do damage
If money talks, why you don't understand it?

I'm just playing with the cards I was dealt like Gambit

They ain′t talking ′bout shit, Just rambling
I'll get him hit for the shit that he stamping
Won′t leave my trap, I'm jugging and jamming

Won′t stop grinding, pushing my name and brand
Until this shit cover the planet
My faith in my art
I spit out my thoughts and watch how it cover the Canvas

I'll throw you a pack if you can manage
With tax, that′s standard
Stuff dick in her back, that's standard
When I think about rap? Expanding

Expanding
Expanding
Say Less brand, free shipping and handling

I don't know who the fuck they playing with
I′ll go back to the old me and blam it

They don′t know what I did
They don't know what I seen
I ain′t push that button with panic

Now days they want you to go blitz yourself
And y'all do the crime and go Gram it
Its Crazy

Mane what′s up big Banks
I'm riding through White Haven bumping that Quarantine 2
That 28 Grams go hard mane
Keep doing your thing Mane
Much love from the M, straight to Uptown

My dog keep telling me we gone be straight
We still got shit up in motion
Niggas know they can′t fuck with Banks
Let's get this shit in the open

I don't even be on the block no more, I′m focused
Bounce back, trap reloaded
Had to move outta the spot, think somebody scoped it
Pack land, Trap re-opened

Trap Re-opened
You can bet it
I′m trying to cop a Roley, But factory set it
I ain't running from nobody, I ain′t athletic
I'm pushing up on him to check it

I got shit in my head, I suppress it
The gun with suppression
I love the aesthetics

From a city where hate is expected
Bitch I′m with got a vibe, it's eclectic

You a thug? Yeah I know you said it, and said it, and said it
Now I don′t respect t it
Cause if you really was the man you say you was
You wouldn't be the one to tell it

I can pearl me a Jay of the Za & marvel at the looks before I go inhale it
Life's good, now it′s copacetic
The hate and the doubt will sink you if you let it

My dog keep telling me we gone be straight
We still got shit up in motion
We locked and loaded
Ain′t no loading
Get this shit in the open

I don't even be on the block no more, I′m

Far from hoe shit, oh shit
Had to move out of the spot, think somebody scoped it

Ay B-Jay
18, Man I told you
Don't look back man
Every level is another Devil

10-steps ahead
You look back when it′s time to say check mate
Other than that
Say Less
Franchise
Yeah