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Fatz gang, Fatz gang Los City Money Gang man We got some Glocks, they 30 shots Me and [?] take over your block My shooters, my shooters They pop out with [?] B*t*h we pop tops, b*t*h we the opps Them n***as pull up, red tape on your block Chasing the opp and I know I can't stop Get a lil' closer then unload the Glock So many shots, they be praying it stop So many shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots So many shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots So many shots Foenem be bussing pop out the vans And get to spraying on you and your mans My Y’s ain’t playin', ain’t no new friends If they switch up, if they switch up How can I trust em' again Since they took Fatz, since I lost Fatz I swear them n***as be praying, n***as be praying Cooling on this FN Drill Wick gon' get him again Free Aero mans out the can Young Money we chasing them bands I'm just tryna get me some bands Wanna see my n***as win Cause these n***as be [?] and fake Keep my [?] for the snake F**k 12, middle fingers up to the jakes On the 55th stick, b*t*h won't play Masked up, so they can't see my face Blowin' on Bob and the wood to the face Last time I beat the case Free D-Money Big bro in his way This glizzy pop off Make a n***a do the race And it's f**k 12 They get behind us Then we going on a chase Catch a opp in his day Cause them n***as ain't on [?] Killers with me everyday Body bag, D.O.A Free brother Rosé Loose Screw we don't play Four shots to the face Cook a n***a [?] All my n***as BDK Die 5 drop a rake Tote sticks everyday Put the hit on replay boy your mom 'bout to pray But I guess it's too late, cause he died yesterday Shots fired everyday Black got hit with the 'K Order drills broad-day Order drills broad-day Order drills broad-day Doing drills broad-day Shorty pop out with the cut with 'K Ridin' down Drexel you know it ain't safe Everybody wrong [?] the jakes B*t*h I popped out with the stick I just f**ked a n***a b*t*h Ridin' down right on the six Tryna do em' like Quint You know we [?] we gon' ride right past [?] pop out that b*t*h N***as talking in they songs we gon' hit em' [?] goofy-a** tryna go in the crib You know I keep a pole on me Can't let a n***a go on me N***a try to act too hard He gon' be a dead homie Hit my line if you n***as want smoke on the guys that sh*t free I'ma walk up on you I'ma be the last face you see B*t*h You can't hang b*t*h If you ain't Fatz gang b*t*h
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