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Gang, Wa**, you know we like the first n***as to put our dead homies on pendants and sh*t, you know what Imean?
Long live Houli, long live Wa**, long live Why-S
Way too many n***as to f**king call out
LG, LO, Spooks, all my n***as man, know what I mean?
Now we got dead homies on pendants and sh*t
Wa** gang, n***a

Shawty, what you looking for?
Love don't live here (It don't)
I be with them hitters, n***a, what's up (What's up)
I be with them killers, n***a, what's up (What's up)
Going too hard, they say I'm too much (Too much)
Bands can't fold, I'm gettin' paper cuts
Shooters on deck, they say we too much (Yeah)
Ridin' 'round, back-to-back Escalade trucks (Brr)
Look at my neck and wrist, it bust
I'd be lyin' if I said I wouldn't change nun'
Got dead homies on my pendant (Houli)
And I seen way too much, I can't put down the uh (Shh, gang)
Yeah he was cappin' but I called his bluff (Bluff)
If you my brother, just know that we stuck
Kept this sh*t a hunnid from the jump
This money like a drug (Drug), man, I can't get to need it (Yeah)
Lah
Got dead homies on pendant going dumb, yeah
Spending sh*t on no ho', spend racks on lil' bruh
Ain't no pillow talkin', that's a dub
I used to fall down and get up
We was plugged in with the plug
We wasn't paying half for the drop
F**k it, next pack gotta land
We pay forty-two for the gas
I checked the n***a with my 42 Glock
Before 'Rona I had a mask
Before rap, I had a name in these streets
It was all gang
We was always in and out of trap
See the story like a Killa Cam story
F**k you and your dead homie
I cut my ties, n***a, if I feel like that, they won't slide for me
They get like The Wire, homie
Love they said ain't sh*t, lil' n***a, this a different category
Ain't sparing sh*t, lil' n***a, no Robert Horry, b*t*h

Shawty, what you looking for?
Love don't live here (It don't), uh
I be with them hitters, n***a, what's up (What's up)
I be with them killers, n***a, what's up (What's up)
Going too hard, they say I'm too much (Too much)
Bands can't fold, I'm gettin' paper cuts
Shooters on deck, they say we too much (Yeah)
Ridin' 'round, back-to-back Escalade trucks (Brr)
Look at my neck and wrist, it bust
I'd be lyin' if I said I wouldn't change nun'
Got dead homies on my pendant
And I seen way too much, I can't put down the uh (Shh, gang)
Yeah he was cappin' but I called his bluff (Cappin', bluff)
If you my brother, just know that we stuck (Stuck)
Kept this sh*t a hunnid from the jump
This money like a drug, man, I can't get to need it
If you my crodie, just know that we locked in (Locked)
I do it all for the gang
Wa**as don't die, they roll in the coffin
I fell in love with that Boston, green
Red and yellow, green beam
My chain swinging like athlete
We servin', we servin'
We servin cocaine
All this traffic, and I left before the door break
Free 47 and Baby K, pay thirty-sev' for thirty-eight (Thirty)
Just like this 38, pu**y a** n***a get murdered, ayy
My n***as super team, neat the murder case
Ballin', f**kin' with these drugs, I'm goin' all in
Young n***a, don't get me started
Hunnid in cash, and more in the closet
Do it for the gang and the ones that doubt it
Pack came in, pack get outed
Love don't live here, baby, I'm sorry

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