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Bigga baby, ball like a dawg
It's enough of me to go 'round for both of y'all
Me and my clique, we the t-shirt gang
50 niggas deep, going "bang bang
bangin
My niggaz gang bang
She’s in love with the gang so she let me drive the boat
Groupie groupie groupie groupie groupie
Can tell by the way that this
in
And I’m tryna run up a big sack
Codeine by the 6 pack
Keep bad bitches at a kickback
Chasing the front and the back ends
Never catch me not packing
bang red, nigga, some bang blue (same bang blue)
I'm a big Z, EGE to the Zoo
Ayy, that was my gang, call it payin' my dues (that was my gang)
Whoever
of dropping an E.P
Nah nigga, shit too H.A.R.D
Peace Peace with your lungs say peace peace, Peace Peace
Looking good on paper and in 3D, 3D
I had thoughts
and get mines
'Cause they change on you
Drop of a dime
But I'm living my best life
So it's all fine
Got to get this boy jumping
All through night
'Till six
On a six-shooter holster
With D-P-G on every wanted poster (D-P-G)
Let me think about which bank to gank (about what? Uh huh)
Which fella to shoot and which
a difference if you don't change
(That's no self glory music by the way)
(Y'all keep askin ima tell y'all)
It go oochie wally wally oochie bang bang
Whips
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
And I ain't even vote for Obama, P!

Uh, this that Brownsville bully rap
Hoodie rap, take a nigga chain, smoke the goodie track
Surrounded by
Heard drive-bys everyday
Seen homies die early age, though we still gang bang anyway
Uh, yeah, Figg side

Though we still gang bang anyway, uh

B's
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice P-Rhymes rich
and Big Kap on the wheels
In two laps, I give Stella Her Groove Back

My middle name must be, "Fuck You"
'Cause every time I walk by
Niggas be like,
and Big Kap on the wheels
In two laps, I give Stella Her Groove Back

My middle name must be, "Fuck You"
'Cause every time I walk by
Niggas be like,
out like I'm Big Meech, but I want love like I'm YB
And if they ever disrespected, I left stains and r.i.p's
Most of these niggas scared' me, just by
Those are facts so I don't wanna hear
All this big money shit like
You be hustlin' matter of fact
You say one thing I don't like tonight
I'ma be petty
Ballin' since CC college
Ballin' since CC college
In the burbs with street knowledge
Respect is a check is by any measure, we runnin' that check up
Big
shots per second! (GUNS.)
Not only that, it weighs just six and a quarter pounds, and it's
Only ten and a half inches long. (GUNS.)
Hello, my name is
smokin' what I'm smokin', this shit cost ninety-six hundred (my bad)
I'm in a old school with the bang in the back (big), and I swear to God, this bitch
Crip walk
Bang hard, run yards, flip cars
Cause you fucking with millionaires
Big stars only clocking a grip will make our
Dicks hard i come through when
goes out to those choose to use disrespectful views
On the king of P-H-I-L-L-Y, represent the 215
24/7, 365, 211's, 187's, who want die?
6 million
a gun it's old P, new P
Prob'ly layin' in the sun
Prob'ly on a PI, if I call you king
I ain't talkin' 'bout rap, nigga
That status go to BI
You can fuck
can't tell big p to pack it in
Two sick catch this like a pathogen
Not trying get wrapped like packaging
But we still not panicking
2 draw pon a zute
Whole rap game glitchin' right now

I'm used to this like Tallerz, 3 6 O's n ballers
Never been a worker extorted, only smoke packs imported
Na thats

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