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Ayy, yo, that's Dre Dubba-A flexing Yeah, big gang Louie Bandz made another one This Is The Sound I got dope inside my cup, I think I poured too much No Instagram, told that bitch don't come around me postin' that Assassination-like style, I won't show you nothin' Originated 38 Baby, you wan' bang with me, then blow you somethin' Nigga, fuck you, I don't own you nothin', I'll show your ass how that lead feel I've been thuggin' outside the north, runnin' around the town going on seven years Say you 'bout that, nigga, sho' you is Bitch, it's up there when I say it is On my gang, baby mama shed tears Daddy somewhere serving over fifty years You know me, then you know I keep a steel I'll pop his ass, do this shit for real Been that boy since I was a child, I ain't showing tires, they ain't know how I feel I'll step on a nigga ass, nigga make me mad, don't stop until he killed My mama know I'm thugging, it get ugly, lay me in Winnfield, oh yeah Spin the block, hop out with them Glocks and leave 'em dead I go by top, if he go up, I bring 'em down straight to this bed Aimin' for real, ain't got no chill Most niggas ride on me, they be scared Pop your cap as fast you pop a pill Letras de cancionesI know these niggas better be ready Pop your cap 'cause if you're playing with the gang, we leave him dead He was flexin' for the 'Gram, we pullin' up like, "What you sayin'?" Body bag, toe tag me a nigga Can't play with 4KTrey, you'll have your baby mama missin' Drop a bag on her See these racks and diamonds? That's a Jag' on her Your body come up missin', they like, "Where the homie?" Red beam on him just like pepperoni if a nigga owe me (Rich) Uh, what happened to that boy? Them red beams look like forbidden apples to that boy I pop and then I add snap and crackle to that boy My wings flapping like a pterodactyl to that boy I spin the block, leave his body stretched out looking like 6 o'clock Half a brick on the counter looking like a cinder block I got gorilla guap when I shop Keep spinning like a fucking spinning top, pour the lean to the top Still never spill a drop I left in an SUV, I came back in a drop I got your recipe and came back with a pot Can't forget who I know, but I know who I forgot If I ain't hit everybody, let me know who I forgot Come back with a street sweeper, I just hope you got a mop I'ma throw your body off a yacht, your body gon' float back to the dock You'll get a body bag and a toe tag, that's new clothes and new socks, you lil' bitch From Letras Mania