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Ayy, Lauta, pipe up
Yeah, yeah, Neeko, you made that motherfuckin' beat
Oh, nah, you ain't made that motherfuckin'
You young niggas done fucked up nigga
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Get to that pack through that back, yeah
Gas is reapin' through the sack, like, yeah
Only the money, I can't talk, yeah
Members hop out with the chop, like, yeah
She givin' top in the car, oh yeah
Look for a target, his tat on his leg
Peelin' his top, boy it look like he shed
Tie up his ass and get stuffed in a shed
My niggas, they know where you are
Oh know the bitches just came go hide ya bar
You can get tapped, send a hit the car
Speak on the game, you must wanna get chalked
Chopper, sticks gon' knock on your top
Feega jump out, get em' shot at a ball
Head from the tutor in the study hall
This ain't an act, you can tell that I'm raw
Beating her back off that lean and it's raw
Shots out the K, have em' stuck with a coffin
F*ck around and peak and we creep and get caught
Shot at his knee, cause the bitch was tall
I came off that bench, and I just want to ball
Come to that paint, take a shot if you fall
Shells graze his head, now that lil' buddy bald
You is a snitch, takin' pleas from the law
Pass the Glock, past the stick
Pass yo hoe and past ya bitch
Big bro be crip, blue lazure
Lil' bro from P's, he bang the fifth
I remember them times from not having shit
I remember the times they laughed at this
They mains my sides, I drive they whip
She turn around, I want her lips
Get to that pack through that back, yeah
Gas is reapin through the sack, like, yeah
Only the money, I can't talk, yeah
Members hop out with the chop, like, yeah
She givin' top in the car, oh yeah
Look for a target, his tat on his leg
Peelin' his top, boy it look like he shed
Tie up his ass and get stuffed in a shed
Get to that bag ain't no way I'm showin' it ohh
Play around this hoe and I'm blowin it ohh
Link with yo hoe, she ain't answer a call
A lease on ya chain, boy, I'm knowin' it all
That shit get me mad why the f*ck am I singin'
Yo head be the bell, when my chop get to ringin'
Assassinate the bitch like Abraham Lincoln
You broke than a bitch, ain't no way that we linkin'
Got stuck in them trunk and that bum got to stinkin'
That pump to his gums, have his jaw steady leakin'
I come to the cut and my boys get the creepin'
Get in the stu and I link with lil' sneakin
Cover my brothers, they mothers' believe me
Cover my brothers when they out there peakin'
Angry and reckless, my niggas be heathens
Shot in his mouth, now he permanent teethin'
Got a FN with a beam on the side
330 gang, yea you know we gon' ride
You ain't in gang, boy, you know you ain't slide
Link with yo main hoe can tell she was shy
Tatts on her neck, my name on the thigh
She be the gang, S2L by her eye
Use to kick doors, can't tell you a lie
Lil' buddy in jail now he pray to Allah
Get to that pack through that back, yeah
Gas is reapin' through the sack, like, yeah
Only the money, I can't talk, yeah
Members hop out with the chop, like, yeah
She givin' top in the car, oh yeah
Look for a target, his tat on his leg
Peelin' his top, boy it look like he shed
Tie up his ass and get stuffed in a shed

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