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Richtribe ATG

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Dang
Young ATG is still doin' his thang
Try to slime out I'm breakin' his fangs
Watch 'em get fried when I'm raising this cane
Ol' Snitch ass nigga done Tsung like Shang
Up the heat and burn him, his bitch screamin
Aang
He leanin' like wock when I flock him, no flame
Project Explizit ain't fucking with lames

I done saved niggas lives and put food in they stomach
Broke off and done gave my last blue on the money
Never asked for it back I was cool with the frontin'
Now I'm fake and I'm pussy, boy ooh this shit funny

These rappers be scared of me, that is my thesis
Most of my dogs turned to snakes, rats, and leeches
My shit is jumpin' outplayin' they weak shit
Must be retarded fuckin' with a genius

Wanna outshine me, that ain't in ya grasp
I can't beef with a faggot that play in they ass
When you sending them threats better say it with class
Since he think he kick door, he get left in the grass

Project the reason you can't book a show
Nigga we the reason you can't go to the store
ATG too legit to go switch for hoe
Tell that boy to quit rappin' he not gon' blow

F*ck all that talkin' I'll slay me a canaanite
They woofin' on Insta but they never came to fight
Beat his ass with blick 'cuz that hoe nigga brang a knife
Everyone know you weak your brother, mother, and your wife

Huh

Playing both sides, nigga that gets you shot
Who gon' shoot sum we know you not
Say it's on sight and get slapped with a thuwop
Chief of this shit all my people say OORAH

Try to rob Rich, bitch that shit is a no go
Back out the knocka, that nigga say oh no
I don't need to black out to paint a nigga rojo
You say you get bread, ya moms on section ocho

That boy a bitch he got stripped in Seattle
That boy is my son he get hit with a paddle
He like to get tough when a nigga at work
I pushed up to his job, he got punched and scidaddled

Funk-Town, not Philly,  f*ck brotherly love
Next nigga cross me headbutting a slug
Why he act like a hoe someone get him some uggs
19 in the grip bitch I don't gotta mug
Aye, 19 in the grip bitch I don't gotta mug
Nah, 19 in the grip bitch I don't gotta mug

Don't fight me bitch I am not your addiction
I'll beat yo drug addict ass in submission
I carried yo song so you hoping and wishin
I'll stop what I'm do but I keep on persistin

Don't f*ck with folks that'll fold or play both sides
Might slap his backstabbin ass with a 4-5
Say they die for me, I know that's a bold lie
You niggas get lit up just like a menorah

Gon' call yo faggot ass friends on my property
I'll prop my muhfuckin pipe, then I pop at 'em
The day that you pop out, it's gon' be an atrocity
F*ck up the funeral, piss where his coffin be

He think that he tough and all he did was talk
Chop line his 90 pound body with chalk
He loud as a bitch 'cuz he know that he soft
I don't fight niggas I know I can dog

Told yo dumbass I was lackin I lied
Like a pirate captain got a gat by my side
The next time you get laced hope it's crack and you die
Nigga quit all the cap you won't actually slide

Wait, y'all aint slidin on shit boy I know that you been a bitch
I stay on point lookin' sharper than scissor tips
Start all that shit but you know you can't finish it
Cut the street act nigga need to get rid of it

Shit can get wild pussy bitch better buckle up
Posted back sippin' tea in yo hood what the f*ck is up
Practice the 2nd, they too scared to knuckle up
Put a hole in ya' shit since you sweet like a honey nut

F*ck a hindu I don't need red or green dots
How you pull up with drakes and ain't let off a slingshot
Think he that guy I'ma show him that he's not
Bitch I ain't playin' this shit not no GMod
Send 'em to שאול but he not Enoch
If I spot 'em I got 'em and bitch I don't beatbox
Big iron cowboy, I kick shit no bebop
F*ck you and ya homies, hang 'em from a treetop

Shit can get cold like Napoleon Bonaparte
If  I'm out-numbered they all gettin' blown apart
They hate on me crazy 'cuz these niggas know I'm hard
They stuck at the bottom, they mad that I'm goin far

These boys 2bit, 2 faced street punks
Gon' and pillow talk how you gon' do me sum
Wish that he wood I'll chop em like a tree trunk
Lied on the tribe and that nigga got debunked

Bridges is burnt so blame nobody but yourself
Cross me, you lost me, go f*ck yourself
Don't try to call me 'cuz nah you can't touch my wealth
Niggas be scrawny but they mouth be tough as hell

Aye, solid state scouter I can see these niggas bitch made
Scoop a f*ck nigga eyes out with a switch blade
Know that I will whoop you do ya crew like Kunta Kinte
Fake gang bangin' broke ass lil ingrates

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