YG - Sign Language

We got heaters, smoke, drank, bitches
Fours, deuces, tres, switches
Riders, money, houses, boats
Notes, uncompromisin' quotes
Tweakers on Molly, in the Hills livin'
Glocks, scopes, chops with the switches
Ferraris, Richard Millie, models on dope
Four double O, now a nigga want the smoke
(West Coast)

I'ma bang on bitch boys (Uh-oh)
Bentley trucks, G wagons, then his bitch toys
You ain't say my name in that diss song
Bitch ass nigga, that's not a diss, boy
It's YG aka Chin-Checker
4Hunnid worth fifty million, I'm a rich stepper
Woah, I might pop out in some leather
Or in some Dickies like, fuck your Margiela

Twist your fingers up, bang, nigga-nigga, bang (Oh)
Throw up you gang, nigga, bang, nigga-nigga, bang
What set you claim, nigga? Bang, nigga-nigga, bang
It's all the same, nigga, bang, nigga-nigga, bang
Twist your fingers up, bang, nigga-nigga, bang (Bang)
Throw up you gang, nigga, bang, nigga-nigga, bang (Bang)
What set you claim, nigga? Bang, nigga-nigga, bang (Bang)
It's all the same, nigga, bang, nigga-nigga, bang (Bang)