| Say my name, say my name
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| Nigga, don’t say my name
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| Gangland
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| Top rank
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| Fella fella
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| And things (It's YL on Dem 808s)
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| Homicide
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| Fuck the suckers' side, they gettin' sodomized
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| Lil' brudda took his first trip, it got him traumatized
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| Lil' bruh asked to borrow a stick, I got him every time
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| 'Cause every time he bring it back empty, I ain’t never lie
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| Family ties
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| How your brother die and you ain’t never slide?
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| Tuck the yeeky under niggas' seat and try to say it’s mine
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| Codefendant tweakin', this nigga ain’t tryna take the time
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| Free the gang on the mainline, they pushin' mainy lines
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| Stay inside if you don’t want this gun smoke, nigga
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| Thousand blues in a duffel, that’s a hundo', nigga, ayy
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| G-O-D, they know the gang
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| It’s thirty on the choker, don’t forget to add the K, 30K, nigga
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| Yeah, baby, I love you
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| I been out here lost, bae, you the missing puzzle
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| I forgot your birthday, you know what them drugs do
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| I be with the hitman, I be with the plug too
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| Hit the road with dogfood, it’s gon' need a muzzle
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| And she just wanna say my name, Drego, baby
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| You the one I run to, ain’t even gotta front to
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| What’s that on your breath, Dre? |
| California Runtz, boo
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| I told lil' baby don’t say my name to the jakes
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| I just gotta stack this paper for the rain
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| I just want the gang but it came with the pain
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| I make this lil' bitch (Say my name, say my name)
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| Yeah, baby, I love you, you the missing puzzle
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| (Say my name, say my name)
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| You the one I run to, ain’t even gotta front to
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| I’m really in the hood, can’t lie to you
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| Everything we been through, bae, I don’t cry with you
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| Tote a nigga on the block, then yeah, it’s time to shoot
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| I’ma go upstairs, my niggas gon' follow through
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| I don’t want these hoes, bae, I’m only fuckin' with you
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| The boy hit the block, dope tucked in my boot
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| It’s pure white and it’s soft as you
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| I’m whippin' up ah, it can take a deuce
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| My mama keep sayin' my name, she say where her Pyrex?
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| That drank keep callin' my name, 'specially that Hi-Tech
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| I pull up and I serve straight out your projects
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| I told her come to the side because that’s my side bitch
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| Five niggas with six four-fives, ready to use 'em
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| I heard they set up shop, but it’s cool, we finna move 'em
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| Niggas jumpin' fences, we hittin' shit, he ain’t movin'
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| They don’t want the drank on my ass 'cause I abuse it
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| Bitch, you better not (Say my name, say my name)
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| Or it’s gon' go down
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| Pop a nigga top, then stuff a 'Wood with a trey-five
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| They wanna (Say my name, say my name)
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| And I don’t know why
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| Last nigga did that, his soul somewhere floatin' so high
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| We rob niggas, beat ass, pop 'em, and keep it movin'
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| You see us in that van, somebody ain’t make it, stupid
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| Back to back to back, it ain’t cheatin', bitch, we do this
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| When it come to beef, we headfirst in it like Ruth Chris, nigga, money |