Association

[Chorus]
Yeah
I don't associate with all the lame shit
Niggas straight cap, ain't affiliated with gang shit
Niggas straight cap, we ain't on the same shit
Pull up with the mob, pull up and bang shit
Put 'em on the run, nigga tried to gang
Put 'em on the run, turned to a stain
Up on exotic, damn my strain
Play with my money, nigga yo fault
Spending that money, I like to go ball
Stacking that money, I stack it up tall
When it's time to ride, I know who to call
I put a slimey ass goon on your head
Clear out the store, bitch we like to pop tags
Up in the function, Bitch I'm geekin' on gas
We gon keep it goin', and keep it on track
When I wake up, I go get that pack and bake up (Bake up)
My bitch is a ten with no makeup (Makeup)
On bakery, shit got my cakе up (Cake up)
I'm comin' in won't give a heads up (Nah)
Pull up gеt to sprayin' I'm fed up (Fed up)
You mess with me, ya fucked up (Fucked up)
Ya slide on me, I clutch up (Fucked up)
Ya hatin' on me cause I got up (Got up)
I got shooters who wanna see blood (See blood)
Fill my cup up with more dirty mud
Don't you try to act like we was buds (Nah)
They never was fuckin' with us (They never)
Told em' don't ever count me out (Don't do it)
Never too much I pay the amount (Amount)
In the mosh we rock out we shout (Clayco on the beat) (Yeah)
I'm the one and I can come vouch (Let's go let's go)

[Chorus]
I don't associate with all the lame shit
Niggas straight cap ain't affiliated with gang shit
Niggas straight cap, we ain't on the same shit
Pull up with the mob, pull up and bang shit
Put em on the run, nigga tried to gang
Put em on the run, turned to a stain
Up on exotic, damn my strain
Play with my money, nigga yo fault
Spending that money, I like to go ball
Stacking that money, I stack it up tall
When its time to ride, I know who to call
I put a slimey ass goon on your head
Clear out the store, bitch we like to pop tags
Up in the function, Bitch i'm geekin' on gas
We gon keep it goin, and keep it on track
I wake up, I go get that pack and bake up (Bake up)
My bitch is a ten with no makeup (Makeup)
On bakery shit got my cake up (Cake up)
I'm comin in won't give a heads up (Nah)
Pull up get to sprayin' I'm fed up (Fed up)
You mess with me, ya fucked up (Fucked up)
Ya slide on me, I clutch up (Fucked up)
Ya hatin' on me cause I got up (Got up)
I got shooters who wanna see blood (See blood)
Fill my cup up with more dirty mud
Don't you try to act like we was buds (Nah)
They never was fuckin' with us (They never)
Told em' don't ever count me out (Don't do it)
Never too much I pay the amount (Amount)
In the mosh we rock out we shout (Clayco on the beat) (Yeah)
I'm the one and I can come vouch