Correction Lyrics Like A Gee by Fredo Bang

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Yeah, gangster, gangster
Probably quit
What the fuck goin' on with your ass?
D Bag, pop your shit
Always runnin' ‘round, yeah, yeah

I'm a big stick toter
Leave your dog with a odour
If I catch you on the interstate
I'm tryna jam up the motor
I been like this, ain't get like this
So ain't no need to be scared
Speakin' all that on the ‘Gram
I'm tryna knock off your head
Yeah, speakin' on my blood
You know blood gon' be shed
Helpin' another with the cutters
So you back in the red
For that Glock, keep it thick
Fuck that nigga, fuck his bitch
Been about it, been the shit
If you don't like it, suck my dick

Yeah
Niggas like to talk but don't be boss shit (And that's on me)
We gon' pull up on ‘em, we gon' pop shit (Like a G)
Niggas like to talk but don't be boss shit (And that's on me)
That's the reason we do pull ups and come off shit
Yeah
Niggas like to talk but don't be boss shit (And that's on me)
We gon' pull up on ‘em, we gon' pop shit (Like a G)
Niggas like to talk but don't be boss shit (And that's on me)
That's the reason we do pull ups and come off shit (Like a G)

N-Niggas like to talk but don't be boss shit
Baguettes in the doiler, my jeweller drown shit
I'm on some pull up to your house shit
Behind that chasin' clout shit
Shoot you in your mouth quick
Put you in the clouds, bitch
Big Glock toter, leave your fam with no closure
Glizzy with no serial number, they can't tell who the owner
Heard you just got that new Range, I'm tryna blow up that Rover
Catch you walkin' with your baby, hit your face then point the stroller, bitch
Big AR sprayer comin', wake up the neighbors
Leave you on the interstate, they think you got ate by ‘gators
We ain't steppin', take your breath, you better keep your inhaler
All them sideline opps gon' catch you straight out the laser

And that's on me
Like a G
And that's on me
Like a G

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