| Hey, gang, hey, hey
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| 6Blocka
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| Hey, hey, hey
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| Lil Moe
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| Gang, ayy
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| (Zak on the beat, it’s grown)
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| I was toting Glocks while I was on papers
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| You fuck with the Scrappers, we wake up the neighbors
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| We took his life like we pullin' the cable
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| Don’t jump in that water, you swimmin' with gators
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| Hold on, wait, back the fuck up
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| First nigga move, he get packed the fuck up
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| Walk in the party, I act the fuck up
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| Your bitch want me 'cause I’m sacked the fuck up
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| Glock 23 and it came with a fifty
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| You already know that’s a drum, drum, drum
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| Run up on me, I’ma dump, dump, dump
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| I got some shit make you run with your gun
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| Ain’t 22, but I keep a blicky
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| Run up on me, boy, I get you sitchy
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| We in Suburbans when we in the city
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| Don’t ride through the A, 'cause shit’ll get risky
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| We do a hit, then switch the cars
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| We left his head painted on the garage
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| He tryna run, now he with God
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| He actin' hard, got shot in the heart
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| We got his low, now we all in his yard
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| Laid his ass down like he get a massage
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| We put shit together like it’s a collage
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| All day it was shots, it was a barrage
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| We put shit on Spot News
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| You better hope I don’t spot you
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| Whoever with you get shot too
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| We got a Glock and a chop too
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| Don’t ride through this bitch with your window down
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| We got some shit make you spin around
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| I was in the cut, but I been around
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| We the one made niggas move around
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| I was toting Glocks while I was on papers
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| You fuck with the Scrappers, we wake up the neighbors
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| We took his life like we pullin' the cable
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| Don’t jump in that water, you swimmin' with gators
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| Hold on, wait, back the fuck up
|
| First nigga move, he get packed the fuck up
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| Walk in the party, I act the fuck up
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| Your bitch want me 'cause I’m sacked the fuck up
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| Glock 23 and it came with a fifty
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| You already know that’s a drum, drum, drum
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| Run up on me, I’ma dump, dump, dump
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| I got some shit make you run with your gun
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| Ain’t 22, but I keep a blicky
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| Run up on me, boy, I get you sitchy
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| We in Suburbans when we in the city
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| Don’t ride through the A, 'cause shit’ll get risky |