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Gang Rrrrr Bitch Bang Gang Big Whop (Drrrt) Ayy, this that Jumpout shit, no, ain't no P4K This that Fooli', add a K This that Teki, add a K This that FeFe, add a K They caught Peedy, let it spray They caught G3, let it spray Terise goin' up like 8 We ain't worried 'bout the opposition Stop the car and let me out, so I can drop a nigga That nigga stop, dropped, and rolled when them bullets hit him We give no fucks 'bout your age, fuck that nigga Bibby Fuck who ain't fuckin' with me Five years later, niggas still gettin' popped We gon' fuckin' kill your ass if you make a song with a opp Boy, I know you really mad, you fell in love with that thot My whole gang gave her dick, but you gave that ho a lot Ayy, bitch, bend it over, make your knees touch your еlbows We in all black, bitch, we be flyеr than some scarecrows I ain't smellin' dog, Spinna shoot him in his damn nose Y'all done fucked up, man, them crackas freed my nigga Rose Shug on my mind, no time for thinkin', I'm straight spazzin' Might pull up on they block and let they kinfolk have it Leek pull up with that yop' and spit that semi-automatic Know I'm coming right behind you, makin' sure they see a casket It be me and my lil' murder team, tryna make a murder scene Everything premeditated, if we go it's first degree They know I be drillin' shit, ain't no way you ain't heard of me Catch an opp and flip the clip, then go post up on Evergreen Pull up in a four door, watch me jump out with the stick They need to free my nigga Drey, so we can slide through the six I ain't gotta speak on FeFe, dude know that he a bitch Rahsta ass from Shannon Ridge, why the fuck he claiming six? Y'all go click up with some niggas that ain't never killed shit Draco split and blow his chest out, know for sure his mans hit Smoking Netri, where Lil JuJu at? 'Cause I ain't sparing jit Smoking Dank and eight, damn, Mike should've got hit Me and Whop, one chop, one glock, goddamn N.L.M.B, bitch, I'm bangin' for my mans KP, Kit Kat, shit splat, oh man Teki pack, mixed with 35 and Bibby, they're a clan Three-Five died for Foolio, but he don't really care FeFe, you act like you love him, but you sittin' right there Y'all won't swing on Evergreen, but y'all will go spin on the Ave Stop the car and shoot the driver, it's a fucking blood bath Niggas faking like they on it, but they knowin' where we at Nigga, I'm on every drill, know I'm livin' what I rap We gon' catch that nigga Charles and put six in his chest If you really thinkin' smart, you will go and get a vest 2.23 Coby ass and get Felix ass next La Cracka mama prayin' for him, that nigga supposed to be dead Old beef don't die fraud, you can be next Fuck all the opps alive and fuck niggas who dead These bitch niggas don't slide All they do is hide If they come outside, then they ass gon' die, you heard me? Shug Nation Bink gang Ralo Way All these fuck niggas gon' die today If a nigga try it, then a nigga gon' die, you heard me? You fuck niggas hidin' Gang Skrrt
Writer(s): Noah Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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