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Yeah, Smurk I ain't gon' lie, this shit be I be on that shmurda shit, that shit over with Like that, no auto (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob) Gang Man, what? Niggas bitches, act like they be gettin' switches, niggas lyin' Hit my DM like they killers, niggas really ain't outside All these rappers act like killers, I be tryna bite my pride (gang, gang) I be cooled up and-, fuck that, ayy Zoo, post up outside (man, what?) Who told these niggas that they gang and they can hang? That shit be strange I be there, then I pull off, my entourage'll take your brain We put switches on them glizzies, we ain't even got no time to aim (facts) If you snitch, your ass can't come back 'round, we ain't that type of gang You got your gun, and you be postin' on the 'Gram? (Yeah) I can see it in your eyes, get in that jam and you will tell In these streets, you really gotta watch them niggas, that shit real I shot dice with millionaires, so I don't really gamble Zelle These niggas losing (gang) We gon' pop out on our feet, who out the roof? This shit the truth I ain't gon' speak on other cities, but Chiraq, that shit a zoo Pop a pill and ride around with your killers, that's the move 2015, killers talkin' 'bout who they killed, that shit be new Put your mask on (that's facts) This that striker shit, for sure Put some tags on (go do it) If your ass got a bag, put your guys on (put your guys on) Brodie locked up for a body he ain't do, he got lied on (that's true) Roll your blunt up (yeah) Ain't no gas inside that stink, I'ma get him stuntin' us (stuntin' us) Pop outside with two 30s, look like nunchucks (two 30s, two 30s) Just to get inside, I'll probably give your guns up (yeah) You a dumb fuck (man, what?) Niggas bitches, act like they be gettin' switches, niggas lyin' Hit my DM like they killers, niggas really ain't outside All these rappers act like killers, I be tryna bite my pride (gang, gang) I be cooled up and-, fuck that, ayy Zoo, post up outside (man, what?) Who told these niggas that they gang and they can hang? That shit be strange I be there, then I pull off, my entourage'll take your brain We put switches on them glizzies, we ain't even got no time to aim (facts) If you snitch, your ass can't come back 'round, we ain't that type of gang I never fuck with none one of y'all, don't put that on my name You ain't leech, you did a little fraud and went and bought a chain I'ma stick out like a sore thumb, ain't none of us the same I came up inside a dog house, my mom gave me the game I bossed everyone up around me, how the fuck I'm gon' complain? Know my opps never gon' catch me, I'm ridin' bulletproof Range I'm a real big dawg, on Sparks Street, my apartments go crazy It's just somethin' 'bout that chopstick when that frying pan get shady I was just dead broke, seem like yesterday, now I'm thankin' God that I made it Fuck all these fake pages and these clout chasers, don't know of y'all know Baby I'm being calm now, when that time come, I swear I'm playin' straight crazy I'm at the top spot, they gotta pay me, y'all lil' niggas move out my way Niggas bitches, act like they be gettin' switches, niggas lyin' Hit my DM like they killers, niggas really ain't outside All these rappers act like killers, I be tryna bite my pride (gang, gang) I be cooled up and-, fuck that, ayy Zoo, post up outside (man, what?) Who told these niggas that they gang and they can hang? That shit be strange I be there, then I pull off, my entourage'll take your brain We put switches on them glizzies, we ain't even got no time to aim (facts) If you snitch, your ass can't come back 'round, we ain't that type of gang
Writer(s): Durk D. Banks, Dominique Jones, Jacob Atl Jacob Canady Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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