ฟังเพลงNo Sleep Gang (Explicit)

No Sleep Gang - Crooked I

No sleep gang insomnia gang

We out here trafficking

That mean I'mma find me a lane

You wanna be celebrities

You remind me of lames

But I got bars

When I'm through selling these

I'm buy me some fame

All about that mulah holla

I'm a Rottweiler with an iced out collar

Prada frames Long Beach top shotta

I don't count on niggas

But I might count dollars

I don't count on hoes

But I might count dollars

I don't count on haters

But I might count

Bottles in the VIP

When the club turn the lights out

I'm on the white couch yelling out

Bang bang bang no sleep gang

Bang bang bang no sleep gang

OG man how the d**e fiends came

Get em so hooked call a d**e T-Pain

Cardo on the beat then it's no keychain

Push to start then a Crook to park

Seats vibrate when the d**e beat bang

Drank the sip ni**a kush to spark

Bang bang bang no sleep gang

Bang bang bang no sleep gang

Bang bang bang ni**a no sleep gang

F**k sleep get that money my ni**a

F**k sleep get that money my ni**a

F**k sleep get that money my ni**a

F**k sleep get that money my ni**a

F**k sleep get that money my ni**a

Smoke in the club roll that up

Drank in the club pour that up

Haters in the club so damn what

If it don't make money then it don't add up

No sleep gang roll that up

No sleep gang throw that up

No sleep gang throw that up

If it don't make money then you don't add up

House in the hills thousands and mill's

Getting wild in the field with your spouse in Brazil

On ounces and pills how does it feel

To count dollar bills to count dollar bills

House in the hills thousands and millions

Getting wild in the field with your spouse in Brazil

On ounces and pills how does it feel

To count dollar bills

No sleep gang insomnia gang

Raised by some O dogs

That's why I polly with caine

They pushed rock in the 90's

They remind me of Dame

Hundred on the dash

Jordan's on the gas

Pull the top back

While I'm sliding through the lanes

Bang bang bang no sleep gang

Bang bang bang no sleep gang

Dosido with a ho he claim

In the low-key mode

Know she throw me brain

And I know she know

Chain and the cross

COB I'm the COB gang boss

B**ch threw a molly in her own champagne

This time around you all can't blame Ross

Momma told me I couldn't behave

To that dollar was Crooked a slave

Now I'm a master fly right past ya

Louis Vuitton sneakers one foot in the grave

But before I die let me tell you this

I'm ball on you niggas

I can tell your pissed

Talk about I took your wife out all night

Ni**a don't tell me homie tell your b**ch

Bang bang bang no sleep gang

Bang bang bang no sleep gang

Bang bang bang no sleep gang

F**k sleep get that money my ni**a

F**k sleep get that money my ni**a

Fall sleep get that money my ni**a

Fall sleep get that money my ni**a

Fall sleep get that money my ni**a

Smoke in the club roll that up

Drank in the club pour that up

Haters in the club so damn what

If it don't make money then it don't add up

No sleep gang roll that up

No sleep gang throw that up

No sleep gang throw that up

If it don't make money then you don't add up

House in the hills thousands and million

Getting wild in the field with your spouse in Brazil

On ounces and pills how does it feel

To count dollar bills to count dollar bills

House in the hills thousands and million

Getting wild in the field with your spouse in Brazil

On ounces and pills how does it feel

To count dollar bills to count dollar bills

Bang bang bang no sleep gang

Bang bang bang no sleep gang

Bang bang bang no sleep gang