Lyrics SOB x RBE – Family Not A Group
Text:
Drug addicts
Hit-Boy
Yhung T.O.:
Freed the bitch, keep the stick
Thirty stick, fifty stick
Drums and shit, we thunder shit, ayy
Nigga, who is you, ayy? Family, not a group, ayy
Ridin’ with this tool, couple niggas I’m tryna shoot, ayy
Still with the shit, and I barely miss
And if this rap shit don’t work, then it’s back to hittin’ licks
DaBoii:
Bitch, I stay with it, every day with it
I’m a side nigga, I be main hittin’
My bro fucked my bitch, but I ain’t trippin’
We hit all these hoes, we don’t claim bitches (Nope)
Throwin’ C’s up (Gang), but I ain’t crippin’ (Gang)
You’s a bitch, you’s a pussy, nigga, same difference
Foreign lane changin’ (Gang), Hellcat lane switchin’ (Skrrt)
Waitin’ for that mil’ like it’s Thanksgiving
You can’t name a beat that I ain’t ripping (Nope)
’96 Bulls, but I ain’t Pippen (Jordan)
We got big choppers, y’all got little Glocks
Y’all some lil’ niggas, bitch, we play different (Nerd)
VVS diamonds, all my chains hittin’
You can’t name a whip that this chop ain’t flippin’
Actin’ like you pimpin’, nigga, you be simpin’
Ten bands or better, or I don’t wanna kick it, bitch
Yhung T.O.:
Freed the bitch, keep the stick
Thirty stick, fifty stick
Drums and shit, we thunder shit, ayy
Nigga, who is you, ayy? Family, not a group, ayy
Ridin’ with this tool, couple niggas I’m tryna shoot, ayy
Still with the shit, and I barely miss
And if this rap shit don’t work, then it’s back to hittin’ licks
Slimmy B:
Coke white buffs, these hoes fresher than a ninth grader
Feel like Maino when I’m in my city, I’m like, «Hi, hater»
And I been cheatin’ on my forty, me and nine laid up
Nina put the opps in the bed that y’all mind made of
Bitch, and all my niggas demons, still hope God save us
We got guns big as Godzilla, get your block ate up
And we gon’ have to shoot it out if them cops raid us
Always talkin’ ’bout what you spent, what you got saved up?
Did a fuck if we did it, y’all better not blame us
I remain the same through this shit, how can y’all change up?
Bro gettin’ cussed out by his bitch, I hope dawg hang up
If we go down, then that’s that, won’t let the law break us
I can make a faithful bitch cheat off the whistle
I just wanna ball, I ain’t pickin’ up my dribble
Touch down in your city, all I need me is a pistol
Thinkin’ you take what’s mine, nigga must be off the crystal, bitch
Yhung T.O.:
Freed the bitch, keep the stick
Peep the drip, bitch, I’m rich, ayy
Thirty stick, fifty stick
Drums and shit, we thunder shit, ayy
Nigga, who is you, ayy? Family, not a group, ayy
Ridin’ with this tool, couple niggas I’m tryna shoot, ayy
Still with the shit, and I barely miss
And if this rap shit don’t work, then it’s back to hittin’ licks
