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Real hittas with me and they might shoot (shoot, shoot) (Great John on the beat, by the way) I got some real hittas with me and they might shoot (shoot, shoot) Gang living, hate it when she got addicted And she gon' get down, call a friend to come and get her, ooh That's your bestie, I'ma have to pick her She said don't neglect me, she said don't forget her I'm the way you get a jet ski, better respect me Money coming fast, moving slow, you getting left-y They say that they love me, that's a lie Keep my money wrapped up like a mummy, dead guys In my pocket, I'ma stack it 'til my hundreds hit the sky Remember she ain't want me, used to leave a nigga dry Now she something like a bird, if I call, she'll fly Pull up, what's the word? Pray to God you don't die I know they don't wanna see a nigga make it out the slums Wanna see me dead or in jail, anyone How you getting all that bread, wanna give a nigga crumbs Shooters hit you close range with a and-1, look Gang living, hate it when she got addicted And she gon' get down, call a friend to come and get her, ooh That's your bestie, I'ma have to pick her She said don't neglect me, she said don't forget her I'm the way you get a jet ski, better respect me Money coming fast, moving slow you getting left-y Gang living, hate it when she got addicted And she gon' get down, call a friend to come and get her, ooh That's your... That's your bestie All up on my news feed, body like a Pepsi Know she fell in love with the gang And she gon' do it all, we don't even know her name Tell lil' mama get involved, pull up with a couple broads Nigga you a fraud, you ain't who you say you are We was probably playing blackjack, pull a nigga cards You don't know the deal, you ain't seen a nigga scars You don't know a nigga pain, free the gang I was with them real hittas, tryna bust a nigga brain Free 'Low fresh up out the chain, ain't say a thing I'm tired of shooting .30s, for Christmas I want a 'K Gang living, hate it when she got addicted And she gon' get down, call a friend to come and get her, ooh That's your bestie, I'ma have to pick her She said don't neglect me, she said don't forget her I'm the way you get a jet ski, better respect me Money coming fast, moving slow you getting left-y Gang living, hate it when she got addicted And she gon' get down, get down, get down...
Writer(s): Jeremy Soto, Johnathan Scott, Karel Jorge, Tegan Chambers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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