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[ intro ]
fresh out the house, got the beat
as i ride up and down martin luther king drive
standing tall, looking down
(go)
boys snitching all day, i look around
(go, go, goooo, go)

[ verse ]
don’t post in them ‘partments when we on they ass
we chase sh_t through the building
we through they sh_t in hots with chops and gloves, we on that time tryna k!ll them
i seen a n_gga outside with a shiesty mask, he might be a opp or civilian
i left the crib in a rush like what chop to grab
but what’s in this clip he gone feel them
ain’t friendly i don’t like to kick it with n_ggas
i only be out with my blood ‘nem, they know i love them
play with the gang if you want, start catching more hats than a muslim
put a switch on a c, now they think i’ma crip, the way i jump out with my ‘cuz ‘nem
put a opp up in a grave, them n_ggas ain’t spinning, i guess you can say they ain’t love him (uh)
when we get that drop we create new packs
came through the cut with a switch and drac, n_gga dropped his fye he ain’t even shoot back
i know some n_ggas who kidnap cars with a pad and key, now he got a new scat
paid two bucks, now the strike is his
now he riding scat with the vans to match
told lil’ mama we can f_ck from time to time, that’s if no strings attached
word on the street, it’s a lot of n_ggas dying, these p_ssy boys ain’t getting back
tried to give ‘em game atleast ‘bout a thousand times but lil’ bro still wanna hack
pop out the cut, fah, fah, who that?
don’t wanna be the next n_gga we catch
just don’t tell when sh_t get real
you get caught don’t talk or squeal
one n_gga opened his mouth, tried to talk to them people and that’s how his ass got k!lled
run a n_gga down with a k, hop out broad day, tryna show him how this hot sh_t feel
them n_ggas know we don’t play, we don’t give sh_t a break, spank ass we ain’t got no chill
jump out the car my adrenaline rushing
came through and i emptied the b_tton
pick up the chop, tryna hit at they m_ffin
keep shooting ‘til it’s empty or somethin’
speak on the gang they know they in trouble
like we don’t get busy or somethin’

i’m on a hit where them gunners was gunning
chase sh_t down, and them n_ggas was running
ask the opps n_ggas know how we coming
we park the car, spot a opp at the function
walk his ass down and start instantly dumping
the way that we left him that sh_t was so stunning
we just sent his dumb ass to the dungeon
ski on my face, got ‘em screaming, who done it
now we got they whole family making assumptions
in the sprinter with b_ttons that’s just how we ride, glock or arp i can’t even decide
we was 13 tryna walk on the opps, we was making that [?] cause we couldn’t even drive
after run on the hits with [?] had a long way home foe ‘nem keep screaming he tired
tell him pick up his speed, gotta get outta’ sight
from this block cause i know we done left some fried

- tiygangace

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