| Fucked your bitch raw, call it Sushii Gang
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| Canary yellow diamonds on my pinky ring
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| Gucci fox on my socks but I ain’t Gucci gang
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| All this ice on my neck but I ain’t Gucci Mane
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| The way I beat the pot, call me Poody Tang
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| I’m fuckin' your bitch raw, call it Sushii Gang
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| Just met the bitch today, she say she wanna run the train
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| She wanna be my main, she wanna do the Sushii Gang
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| Sushi gang, all this ice on me but I ain’t Gucci Mane
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| The way I beat the pot, call me Poody Tang
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| And I fucked your bitch raw, call it Sushii Gang
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| Check, hey my name Sushii and I’m with Melly, we bang Sushii Gang
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| Had to hit that ho with a strap 'cause she don’t even know my name
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| 'Bout to blow her brains out, and I ain’t talkin' 'bout no Kurt Cobain
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| I’m a young nigga doin' my thing, I just want the money nigga, fuck the fame
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| Can’t nobody fuck with me
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| I’m a hundred, these other niggas fifty
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| Thirty bands for the L I took in the chain
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| Lil bitch I’m off the chain
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| Ho I’m Z’d up 'til I’m freed up
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| Ayy Sushii, why these niggas wanna be us?
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| Say they don’t but I know they see us
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| I earned my stripes like Adidas, check
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| Can’t nobody fuck with me
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| I’m a hundred you fifty
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| I don’t gang bang but it’s Sushii Gang
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| Now everybody fuckin' with me
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| I’m lit, I’m all that and a bag of chips
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| Had the bitch check out my drip
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| I got a thirty on my hip
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| Meanwhile I’m 'bout to fuck on your bitch
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| Hold up wait, bitch I’m really rollin'
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| Your bitch, she suckin', I got her Melly posin'
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| My neck, my wrist, it’s all so fuckin' frozen
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| Ain’t talkin' 'bout the movie, this shit is really frozen
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| All of this ice on my cuban link, look at my motherfuckin' pinky
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| She wanna fuck and she wanna suck, the bitch look like Pinky
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| Don’t wanna fuck the bitch 'cause that pussy really is stinky
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| That pussy really is stinky, hah, bitch I’m Chase bankin'
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| I remember, I remember I was poor as fuck
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| I don’t wanna fuck that ho, that pussy bad to fuck
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| You ain’t really with that shit so why you trappin' bruh?
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| Your mama got two jobs, what you out here for?
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| You ain’t really gotta rob for this shit
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| Got a hundred round extension on the glocky and shit
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| But I can’t never never have no wife
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| 'Cause I fucked you one time, ain’t no such thing as twice
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| Fucked your bitch raw, call it Sushii Gang
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| Canary yellow diamonds on my pinky ring
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| Gucci fox on my socks but I ain’t Gucci gang
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| All this ice on my neck but I ain’t Gucci Mane
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| The way I beat the pot, call me Poody Tang
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| I’m fuckin' your bitch raw, call it Sushii Gang
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| Just met the bitch today, she say she wanna run the train
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| She wanna be my main, she wanna do the Sushii Gang
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| You know what the fuck goin' on
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| This shit don’t stop nigga
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| Durel the label, long live Herb forever lil bitch
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| Sushii Gang nigga, let’s get it
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| Sushii Gang, Sushii Gang, Sushii
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| Ayy Sushii Gang, Sushii Gang, Sushii Gang
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| Sushii Gang, Sushii Gang, Sushii Gang |