| Whew
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| M8V3N, M8V3N gang
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| Shoota, shoota, that’s shoota gang
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| That’s my gang, gltt bah
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| Gang, gang
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| It’s just me and my weapon (gang, gang)
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| Big chops gon' fold em' up, frost roll em' up, no question
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| 4 deep in the Tahoe
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| 4,5 chapo
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| Trey gang spins through blockos
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| They don’t like it
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| I know they don’t like it
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| I do it for my niggas and I do it for my hitters (gang, gang, gang)
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| Couple niggas that’s with me, they with it, they my killers
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| Young nigga from the back blocks
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| Big crips don’t strips, get cash out tracks spots
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| Money coming
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| Money coming feel like I hit the jackpot
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| I was home alone, Macaulay Culkin
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| Grabbed the .40 started dumping
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| Got to finesse
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| Play my music, they be bumping
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| I turn nothing into something
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| Settle for less? |
| No, I can not
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| I just be trapping and moving a lot
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| Don’t fuck with niggas who talk to the cops
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| Slide on my guy and we off on ya top
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| Can’t trust these bitches they setting the drop
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| They junking & lagging like wifi
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| K and the 4 know that’s my guys
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| Pull up we change the scenario
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| Get the drop if you want, bullets tearing 'em
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| I just remove all the pounds and material
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| I mask up get to bugging, fuck a discussion
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| Search up the block and take care of 'em
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| Know my hitters go stupid
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| No pick and choosing
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| Bitches in Bagen get with 'em
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| Double G got the Ruger
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| Run up and bruise 'em
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| BOOM BOOM
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| I was broke
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| I got my cheddar up
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| Bitches get shot to call Kima to wet her up
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| Glock with a stick ain’t no letting up
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| Hollows go straight through Mcqueen’s and they bend 'em up
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| Spinning they block in a Tesla
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| See that we lit now she wanna get next to us
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| Where I’m from we keep the weapon tucked
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| Keep ya mouth close or we killing the messenger
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| M8V3N gang let them Ruger’s hang
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| If you talking tough we leave 'em stuck
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| I just chase me a check ain’t no checking me
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| I’m on the corner you watch like a ref
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| Niggas they plot on me
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| No, ain’t no stopping me
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| Play with that money, Monopoly
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| Kick the work I get to cashin'
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| Puma fit for the fashion
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| Sheff 'gon tack him
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| Pop his ass like a Xan
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| Double G got the pam plus I got the bands
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| Niggas flexing for the Gram
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| Desert Eagle won’t jam, hit him and his mans
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| Running ricky, yeah he ran
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| Gang hot need a fan, shooting out the van, skrtt
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| Shawty I just want the top
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| I don’t even wanna fuck, just pass her to my mans, thotty
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| Hit him up, watch him drop
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| Speeding running from the cops, never gon' stop (gang, gang)
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| Hit him up he yelling «Stop!»
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| Double G 83, call me 2 Glocks
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| And he fucking with the opp’s
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| Niggas think this shit is cool until you get shot
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| Stupid I’m the wrong one
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| Flexing thinking shit is sweet until you get got
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| Hit him up
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| Nigga duck
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| Free my gang winna till they send us up
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| Free Money, free Fresh
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| Free my guys, all my guys, never gon' stretch
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| Please don’t panic, shots start blamin'
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| Don’t know shit? |
| Start dashing
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| Anything started I’m finishing
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| Niggas be shooters but never be hitting shit
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| Said they caught me lacking but ain’t nothing happened, had them niggas running
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| like Rick!
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| Ain’t nobody got me
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| Niggas tryna get me so I gotta stay with my grip
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| All that talking talking, we gon get to smoking
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| Tell the opp’s «Get off my dick!»
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| If you really with it, I could really give it
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| I just gotta get all my shit (gang, gang)
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| They know that we do it better (whew!)
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| They know that we did it first, racks, racks
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| They know that we do 'em worst, glttt
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| Used to carry trey pounds every time in my shawty purse
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| But tell 'em «Ain't no fucking truce» nah!
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| That’s why we the reason why y’all niggas hating, only tough behind the booth
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| I could never relate
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| Faking while I was skipping the jakes
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| Smashing the gas up
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| Skrt on the backup
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| Speed in the stoley, we brag about it
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| We dip from the boys just to laugh about it, skrtt
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| Run up we bust at the cab and we steady attacking, them niggas be sad about it
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| We getting money, they mad about it
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| They talk on the low
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| They do not want war
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| We hitting these opp’s but don’t brag about it
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| I’m kicking the door
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| Your bitch in the score
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| Trap out the spot, keep a happy wallet
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| So why they watching tryna see my pockets?
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| Hit 'em up until we see 'em dropping
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| Don’t play with niggas, get to spraying niggas, niggas talk a lot but never be
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| about it |