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808TurnEmUp
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Nuff of the gangz, yeah
Nuff of the gangz, yeah
Nuff of the gangz, yeah
Ay
Uh, shit
Bitch, I'm a vet, you can tell by the jumper
Press percocet pills, come in the cluster
**** be talkin' shit, makin' me chuckle
Keep the shit poppin', but don't be no sucker
Punch in your card, I can fuck with my knuckles
Play with them cards, I can fuck around and shuffle
Whole lot of chops and P's in the duffle
Bought me some Glocks cause I needed a couple
Drop off the work, put the shit on the side of me
Smoking dead ass opps like the shit don't get high to me
Married the trap, that lil' bitch been a bride to me
Drop him in the grease and fuck around and fry em
Skrrt off the block and I'm fuckin' my tires up
Smoking what person that shit don't get high to us
Smoking dead ****, I'ma turn them to angels dust
Detectives and feds, the only ones tamin' us
Bitch, I'm a baller, I'ma shoot like Wilt Chamberlain
He ain't let his shot off, I'm fuckin' ashamed of him
Them **** broke, I don't look like I hang with him
That **** bitch when he don't got his gang with him
Throw up the guns and I'm bangin' the same as him
Call up my opps, hit the motherfuckin' range with him
Walk on they block and I'm tryna hit the drain with him
Put that shit on to everybody that stay with him
I'm in the trap, that motherfuckin' gutter block
Walk with that thunder, I'm gettin' yo hood shocked
Auto mechanic, I'm gettin' yo hood popped
Smacking the shit out the dope like Chris Rock
I drink some Henny and bring me the dog out
Free all my brothers, they bringin' the Paul out
Play with my brothers and bitch, I go all out
Ride for the almighty, bitch, I stall out
Pass me the rock, I fuck around and ball out
Cross up the plug, thinkin' that I'm Chris Paul now
Them ****, broke, they been ridin' on scooters
**** be bitch, they be Instagram shooters
Fuck on that block, ****, jump off computers
I'm tryna serve me a play and maneuver
I'm tryna give out a shot, not a booster
Wake up, clock in the trap like a rooster
Say, clock in the trap
I'm tryna bring the back ends comin' out
One man shooter bringin' Andre drummin' out
Five, five, six, they'll take a ****'s stomach out
Keep the shit 50, nah, bitch, I bring a hundred out
Fye, fye, fift, fift, everybody runnin' out
**** ain't never ever scored, we shut him out
Haha, for real
Bitch, I'm a vet, you can tell by the jumper
Press percocet pills, come in the cluster
**** be talkin' shit, makin' me chuckle
Keep the shit poppin', but don't be no sucker
Punch in your card, I can fuck with my knuckles
Play with them cards, I can fuck around and shuffle
Whole lot of chops and P's in the duffle
Bought me some Glocks cause I needed a couple
Drop off the work, put the shit on the side of me
Smoking dead ass opps like the shit don't get high to me
Married the trap, that lil' bitch been a bride to me
Drop him in the grease and fuck around and fry em
Skrrt off the block and I'm fuckin' my tires up
Smoking what person that shit don't get high to us
Smoking dead ****, I'ma turn them to angels dust
Detectives and feds, the only ones tamin' us
Bitch, I'm a baller, I'ma shoot like Wilt Chamberlain
Written by: 808 TurnEmUp
