(Bandz on this, damn james!)

It's Lefty Gunplay

I said 626-693-6269, hit Gunplay on the hotline (Ring, ring)

Mind of a maniac, but I lost mine (What?)

So what if I knocked you, bitch? You ain't that fine

I like it when you get on top and spell my name, ho

I don't give a fuck, it's the real-life Bang Bro (Yeah)

I'm a real one, I put my bitch on the table

I 'member I was in Ironwood with no cable

And they know that I make way more

And in my hood, it pours, ain't no motherfuckin' rainbow (Yup)

And I'm the greatest Latino rapper of all time

I made it this far, hold up, ho, I got a show tonight

I play bitches like an arcade

Who would've thought that Gunplay would have took it this far, man?

I used to look up to RJ (Uh-huh)

I put the knife in the blue glove as soon as I heard the yard came

I put the bustdown on my blue Cartiers

I fucked down all the bitches from Dames N' Games

I fucked most of the bitches from the Sam's, I ain't playin'

I fucked most of the bitches at Saturn, I'm the man (Damn)

Yeah, running, running, running, running, running, running

Running up a bag from like Tuesday to Tuesday

On the gang, Pro Club, we wear like Gucci

She gon' buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it down, bitch

Yeah, let me see you buss it down, bitch

Bust it, bust it, buss it, buss it

Make it buss, bitch, and the wrist buss

Had pounds on the bus, she gon' suck 'til it bust, uh (Uh-huh)

You just flew her out of town for the nut, huh? (Uh-huh)

You the **** paid her rent for the month, huh? (On God)

You gon' treat her out the town, get her drunk

She gon' bring it home to me, I'ma fuck her like a slut, huh? (RJ)

Run it up in these new Dior Dunks (Uh-huh)

Comin' up, I had 'em doin' more stunts, ayy (Skrrt)

Juice and Lefty, we gon' double up the skits

We gon' slide on my opps, hit yours, and then dip (Skrrt)

**** love to pop it 'til they face on a 'fit

This that tape on a grip, **** tastin' the clip, **** (Uh-huh)

Yeah, running, running, running, running, running, running

Running up a bag from like Tuesday to Tuesday

On the gang, Pro Club, we wear like Gucci (Yeah)

She gon' buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it down, bitch

Yeah, let me see you buss it down, bitch

Bust it, bust it, buss it, buss it

(Bandz on this, damn james!)

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Cousin, what's the motherfuckin' deal, ****? It's Pac-Man, bro

Shit, a **** proud of you, my ****, keep your foot on these ****' necks, bro

Man, these **** ain't knowin', bro, the history, my ****, on that 115, man

You and big bro laughin' at me and JB fightin' on the bus, that shit crazy

You have one minute left

Ayy, but a **** proud of you, bro, keep grindin', my ****

**** walkin' these calendars down, bro, **** be home soon, my ****

**** got you, my ****, you a real one, bro

Stay hungry, stay humble, **** love you, bro

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