Corrección Letra Pull Up par Only The Family, Doodie Lo & Timo

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All these n***as think they gangsters, they ain't gangsters, ayy
Draco to his f**kin' face, b*t*h
Let's get it
Gang, gang, gang

All these n***as think they gangsters, they ain't gangsters, ayy (B*t*h)
Pull up in a striker, Draco to his f**kin' face (Boom)
Ran out of lean, broski poured another eight (Lean)
Don't let them n***as gas you up 'cause you gon' die today
Foenem slide on them opp n***as (Slide)
Pillow talkin' to that b*t*h, she give yo' drop, n***a (Pu**y)
Never cared about whoever don't rock with us (Gang)
C3 poppin' out the cut, b*t*h, he drop n***as

Pull up rockin' out like thirty with that chop, n***a
Don't f**k around with no off-brand pipes, wе got Glocks, n***a
Reach for this chain then have yo' brains all ovеr yo' socks, n***a
We ain't no rappers, we some f**kin' rock stars, n***a
Nikkos, Dracos, we got sh*t that go through cars, n***a
You think you gang, poppin' out with that sh*t'll get you robbed, n***a
We high-speed ready, make them b*t*hes do they job, n***a
All my opps, they cliquin' up 'cause this sh*t hard
Gang, you go that way, I go that way, I bet we hit 'em up
How they tryna beef with us and they ain't got enough?
Put that sh*t up on his head, them vultures hit him up
And he gon' need a ambulance to come and get him up
He tryna beef up on the 'net and I ain't into that
We catch 'em out, buck-buck, hit his f**kin' back
Like Timo, it's a go, we gon' get 'em wet
I put that sh*t up on Stone and that's gon' get 'em checked

They know that Doodie, he from Kankakee (Kankakee)
That last pu**y n***a got killed tryin' to play with me (Facts)
How you sayin' you a killer but you told somethin'? (B*t*h)
They phony, kids can see I'm up, they wanna hold somethin' (F**k 'em), there he go
Fell out that car and take his top off (Grah)
He a ho, he be woofin', he ain't drop nothin' (F**k 'em)
It's a go, get in traffic and go pop somethin' (Skrrt, boom)
I ain't go to school, I ain't had no locker
If they catch 'em, spot 'em, drop 'em
Xan and lean, I need a doctor, smokin' dope like a rasta
Get a bag, I got a lotta, I be trappin' like my father
OTF, them my loyal brothers (B*t*h)
We came from that mud, but we blood brothers (But we blood brothers)
That n***a Zoo Wop, he be tweakin', he a motherf**ker
All these n***as think they gangsters, they ain't gangsters, ayy (B*t*h)
Pull up in a striker, Draco to his f**kin' face (Boom)
Ran out of lean, broski poured another eight (Lean)
Don't let them n***as gas you up 'cause you gon' die today
Foenem slide on them opp n***as (Slide)
Pillow talkin' to that b*t*h, she give yo' drop, n***a (Pu**y)
Never cared about whoever don't rock with us (Gang)
C3 poppin' out the cut, b*t*h, he drop n***as

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