| GANG! |
| L’s… shoutout my squad man
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| 150 Roc Block man
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| Got a whole lotta hunnids on me, lotta guns
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| On us man… ain’t no fuck niggas come before ma
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| Squad, no bitches man
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| What bitch come before me? |
| Haha
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| R.I.P. |
| my niggas… Welcome To Fazoland The Mixtape
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| L’s
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| I got this .30 on me
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| Let a nigga try to run up on me
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| I’mma blow this whole damn .30
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| Yeah that nigga tried to run up on me
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| I got all this money on me
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| Yeah I know you wanna run up on me
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| I got a hollow tip for any one of these
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| Hunnids that I got up on me, pussy
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| These niggas love it all, these bitches want it
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| Bitches want me
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| And my niggas got all these hoes
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| But a bitch’ll never come before me, pussy
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| I ain’t got no money on me
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| I only got a couple hunnid on me
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| So if I buy me some weed and some lean
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| I ain’t got no more money on me, pussy
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| Look
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| All this money, these hoes, these clothes man
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| It don’t mean shit to me
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| Wanna be the youngest nigga wit a hunnid fifty M’s
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| Bitch I’m tryna make history
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| But I always gotta keep this .30 on me
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| Nigga that’s Black History
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| No safety, if a nigga run up on me nigga
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| Now he Black History
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| You can catch me on the block all day
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| Better check my history
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| Big blunts remind me of the block
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| Hallways smelt just like piss to me
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| And I cough so long, cause the smoke so strong
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| That’s why I gotta sip the drank
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| Bitch asked me «Herbo why yo cup so pink?»
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| I said «that's that mystery, bitch!»
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| How the Act had me gone like that
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| That’s a unsolved mystery
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| When the Jakes ask me how they man’s got whacked
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| That’s an unsolved mystery
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| Out in traffic niggas know Duwop got the Gat
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| Bitch it ain’t no mystery
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| And every time I leave the house, got the strap on my side
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| Bitch it’s like my hip to me
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| GANG!
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| Niggas know imma feind for the pants wit the wings
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| Yeah that’s a couple hunnid on Jeans
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| Niggas know imma feind pourin' 8's of the lean
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| Nigga that’s a couple hunnid on drink
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| Can’t tote anything ho under .17
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| 'Cause I got alotta hunnids on me
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| Duwop got the Neen that’s totin' .17
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| Smoke a nigga if he run up on me, bitch!
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| Me and the bros ran thru alotta ho’s
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| But a bitch’ll never come before me
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| And these ho’s ain’t shit I’ll feed
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| Tell the bitch she out of luck if she come before me, GANG! |
| And nigga you can
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| still catch me over east
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| Even though I’m the hottest in the streets
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| Pelle Pelle on my back, Robin Jeans on my ass
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| And you know I keep Prada’s on my feet
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| Shootin' shit we scorin', D-Wade wit the Thunder
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| And you know I’m like Ibaka wit the Heat
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| «Herb how you like Ibaka wit the Heat?»
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| Shoot a nigga wit the choppa' till he sleep
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| Blue tips sittin' all up in the FN
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| Wet a nigga like he hoppin' in the sea
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| Then I’m back on the Ave
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| Wit a mouth full of glass can’t serve
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| Unless you coppin' it from me bitch! |