Politics (feat. G Herbo & DaBoii)

YBN Nahmir：

Ha

Gang

Gang gang gang gang

Ayy

Man what the f**k

N***as already know what the f**k goin' on man. I ain't with none of that internet talking man

N***as know where the f**k I stay at

If it was up with n***as n***as would've been blew that b***h down

N***as is p***y on my momma n***a

Ayy

Be for real leave the internet gangster

YBN Nahmir：

When I seen him up in traffic caught him and he ran

B***h

N***as really don't want smoke they talking for the 'Gram

Brrra

Tryna get they clout up they mention me like fans

Gang

'Til we hop out with them blowers blow 'em like a fan

Baow baow baow

N***as talk that hot s**t when I'm out of town

When I'm out of town

But when I touch back down none these n***as 'round

Gang gang

I be talking cash s**t I got a bag now

B***h

But if a n***a think I'm p***y I'ma lay 'em down

Brrra

I'm in LA f**king all these h*es I'm dizzy

I'm dizzy

I'm up now they doin' what I say like a sensei

Like a

My s**t hit like a n***a hit a checkmate

Ha

And b***hes know me I'm still bouncing out with them Big K's

Brrra-bah-bah-bah

When I'm in town I'm on the East and I ain't ducking s**t

Ducking s**t

N***as talking we the ones that be sparking sticks

B***h

N***as make that lil' diss but ain't sparking s**t

Gang gang

Boy you p***y yeah we know you stay in Hoover b***h

Brrra brrra

Brodie told 'em drop a pin where them n***as stay

N***as stay

I'm on the train with number 5 he hit you in the face

You n***as ha

Fake beefin' well you need to put that mop up

Put that mop up

Boy them shooters come around and really mop ya

Grrra grrra grrra

N***a on yo' dead homie I ain't ran from s**t

Ran from s**t

If a n***a say I did he a lyin' b***h

B***h

Beat them b***hes up you n***as wasn't stopping s**t

Stupid b***h

If I was there I would've let off that whole clip

Brrra-bah-bah-bah

Wave hoppin' well y'all need to ride another wave

'Nother wave

And y'all was all on my d**k with"Rubbin' off the Paint"

N***a sick

That s**t dropped and a n***a hit a hundred K

B***h

That's why they mad 'cause they wanna be up in my place

In my place n***a

But no you can't and I'm the one that's f**king b***hes now

F**king b***hes now

All that recordin' yeah you n***as steady snitchin' now

You n***as gay

Keep on talking with that .40 I bet he finna drown

Brrra

Benz was talking until they popped his a*s in In-N-Out

Brrra-bah-bah-bah

I say I'm good in the 'Ham let a n***a play

Let him play

So you can catch me over Huffman over Twin Gates

Huh

It's RIP Cam and for Quay I count big face

Out my face

These n***as still talking with no bullets in them AK's

Gang gang gang

N***as talking 'til they see that black Nissan

B***h

I ain't never seen these b***hes or these peons

Hell nah

I broke that lil' b***h hard I can't keep mines

Stupid b***h

I can't go to Florida sike n***a I'll be fine

Gang gang gang

I'm goin' to Houston know a n***a got the mob ties

B***h

These n***as really only hard on IG Live

Huh

I'm locked in in this hell if you touch me n***a

If you touch me n***a

These n***as only act hard when they n***as wit' 'em

These n***as weird

Shoutout Day Day shoutout Bam them my n***as n***a

Them my n***as

Any n***a touch Jay I'm really tripping n***a

Brrra

Touch Glizzy lil' b***h then I'm on yo' a*s

Off rip

And off rip I leave you in that body bag

G Herbo：

You think just 'cause we up them M's we ain't shootin' n***as

What

Okay we on that when we see him then stupid n***a

Stupid a*s n***a

All my n***as earned them stripes now we too official

For real

That's yo' homie he gon' die too what he doin' with you

Smokin' dody thinkin' 'bout my brodie n***a know I miss him

Bro paroled him you get smoked for Kobe yeah who want a issue

Used to wake up early mornings and we on a mission

On a mission

Sittin' in yo' whip hollow go right through and hit him

Baow

Lil' bro do a hit him

Hit him

You must think we kiddin'

Kiddin'

Homie ain't no killer

Huh

That s**t don't even fit him

And I'm rockin' fitted Mike Amiri denim

Mike Amiri denim

This b***h stuffed up in 'em buy down independent

Buy down independent

B***h I'm comin' wit' it buy down independent

Ayy ayy

Two-hundred all twenties

Twenties

Three-hundred all fifties

All fifties

I got a safe house

Safe house

Hundreds all in it

All in it

And I got a playhouse

Playhouse

Pull up all b***hes

All b***hes

We the ones yelled that gang s**t now y'all all wit' it

All wit' it

You wasn't the only one on that bang s**t n***a we all did it

Ain't gon' know it when we tell him change you we got a language

We got a language

Take No Limit out your name b***h you gotta change it

You gotta change it

Think you recognize the game b***h I'm finna strange it

Finna strange it

Wear that hat wrong on the nine p***y rearrange it

Rearrange it

So much power in that .45 I just call it Range Rover

Need a hour or like forty-five changin' nothin' major n***a

Need a hour

DaBoii：

Now gon' and tell me somethin'

When you hear them engines down the street b***h you can tell we comin'

When I'm in that p***y say she feel it in her bellybutton

By the way that we approach the scene b***h you can tell we cluthin'

You wouldn't know the half my dawg

I keep poppin' Perkys back to back these ain't no Adderalls

Yeah I heard yo' favorite rapper tank that s**t ain't slap at all

Free the new ones outside I'm comin' back for y'all

I bet all that money in your shoebox you can't f**k with me

Talkin' to myself like you my n***a I keep me company

I ain't even been in the club for not a minute b***hes humpin' me

Oh you claim you you down to ride b***h hold this gun for me

I ain't never runnin' from no smoke b***h I be out too much

If my n***a name on black and white then I can't back him up

I done gave them boys enough of time they wasn't fast enough

B***h come over here and make it bounce I like that ratchet stuff

B***h come over here and make it shake I like that ratchet s**t

If we catch them n***as up in traffic let them ratchets spit

P***y boy thought he was first in line you in the back of it

It be the n***as talkin' 'bout they up don't got a rack to spend

Woke up mad as f**k just popped a pill I think I'm happy now

Talkin' 'bout that s**t up on the floor then bring the rackets out

'Member I was broke as every joke ain't no more laughin' now

Ganglato in the blunt s**t hittin' harder this s**t Pacquiao

Postin' politics up on the 'net how is you n***as street

Every other day I question God like why my n***a leave

A n***a touch my chain it's goin' down just like a Nitti beat

Why you wastin' mud up on the floor

That's for my n***a Sheed

Smokin' gas and pourin' out Hennessy that's for my n***a too

Valet n***a tried to park the whip I told that n***a"Move"

Ridin' wit' the chopper in the front this b***h as big as you

And all the real n***as ain't dead b***h I'm the livin' proof b