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Yeah, yeah Gang, gang Start off, shorties and big bodies, you know how I'm rocking Kick doors on the nine, they like, "Lil' folks always been out of pocket" Hoes, they on my line until I say, "You ain't getting in my wallet" Thirty on my .9, the opps see me, they like, "That's what you call it" Watch your fucking mouth 'fore I pop up at your momma house And leave you slumped like you was off them drugs on your fucking couch Walk Down Gang, when we [?] up, we be showing out Pop Out Gang, once we catch the opps, we walk 'em down Beezo up on that nigga but you know that if you tote, blow that These niggas pussy, tough as hell online, in real life you ain't on that Slidе the door back, pop out, walk 'em down and face shot, push his throat back All on livе, talking about how he survived, it's time for us to go back You know me, I'm flee as hell and lil' bro flee as well I let three shots off this revolver, that's three bodies, ain't no shells Left him Ricky, what's that smell? Hold on, I'm tweaking, oh, he 12 And if you say you got a problem, hit my block, don't hit my cell Uh, I'm that nigga, smoking opps out a Backwood, not a Swisher He said I ain't with it, how do you figure it? If I hit a lick, ain't no hundreds, some fifties, I'm killing the dealer Beezy got a [?], it don't get realer, Draco and banana peel I done took some much shit I can play for the Steelers I don't think you want with the gang, gorrilas Letras de canciones I won't drop a diss, I drop the bag Keep fire on me, extended mag She eating me, I make her gag He eat his plate and take a sack We hit up his whip and make him crash Ain't no IG, we on his ass Keep playing with me, we on his ass Lil' 4 just say he want a head We double back like bring it back Bitch, I be with the silver [?] We don't do no tit for tat Bitch, steppers leave a nigga flat We turned his lil' bro to a pack Pay for the drop, we sending that Ain't beefing over no Internet I show you how to a nigga whacked I can show you how to get a nigga touched We finna bust if he pulling up I get some blicks, we finna rush Hit his ass up, we sending up Take the [?] to the clip, it's a double up Fuck the bitch to make her get my brother sucked We hit his block with a ton of shots The K round hold a hunny bun What's the word? Bitch, I'm the shit I know you heard he disrespect We got some nerves, we leave his shit all on the curb Where I come from, don't nobody make it out We all feel cursed, they paid me ten just for a verse I still gon' put in work, bitch Start off, shorties and big bodies, you know how I'm rocking Kick doors on the nine, they like, "Lil' folks always been out of pocket" Hoes, they on my line until I say, "You ain't getting in my wallet" Thirty on my .9, the opps see me, they like, "That's what you call it" Watch your fucking mouth 'fore I pop up at your momma house And leave you slumped like you was off them drugs on your fucking couch Walk Down Gang, once we [?] up, we be showing out Pop Out Gang, once we catch the opps, we walk 'em down From Letras Mania