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Turn up for that bag (Turn up)
It's too bad a n***a can't name one b*t*h that I ain't have (I swear to God)
Aight, come on, Off-White on my shoes (Off-White)
Uh, the b*t*h know I got swag (Swag)
Yeah, pockets full of blues (Blues)
The b*t*h know I got cash (B*t*h know I got cash)
Aight, come on, punch me in (Punch me in)
Aight, we gon' swang door (We gon' swang door)
Uh, uh, we gon' swang door (Hop out)
We gon' swang door (Aight)
I be quick to whip out these n***as, I feel like Django (Pah, pah, pah)
Yeah, uh, I got my gun, it ain't no place I can't go (Aight, come on)
Ayy, try to duck, we f**k 'round, hit his top, we touch that Kangol (Bah, bah)
Hop in that splat, we in that Honda Jeep, they at that same lo' (Yeah)
We gon' swang door (Let's go)
Uh, we gon' hit his 'fro (Aight)
We want all the smoke (Come on)
That's what we came for (I swear)
Yeah, share the same hoes
Uh, we the Bangbros (We the Bang—)
Yeah, it's too bad that we couldn't catch him, we had to bang his bro
Aight, come on, better not pull on Pilot Street, swear that's a danger zone (That's a danger zone)
Yeah, better not come down Cook Road, that's like touchin' a hot stove (It's like touchin' a hot stove)
Ayy, this a 7.62 Draco, watch how I let that chop roll (Ayy, let my chop brrt)
Better not come outside that window, I'm hittin' this b*t*h 'til your top gone
Uh, b*t*h, no cap, ain't no steppers on y'all side, them n***as hoes (Man, them n***as some b*t*hes)
Ayy, better go ask that last n***a, made that song, he got exposed (Aight, come on)
Can't believe he still alive, thought that b*t*h was gone
Yeah, b*t*h, I'm throwin' up six and I be crackin' fours (Crackin' fours, f**k them n***as)
Ayy, b*t*h, you know I got big racks (Racks), don't get backdoored (N***a, don't get backdoored)
Yeah, uh, you know my chop hot, but, b*t*h, my heart cold (Know my heart—)
Aight, come on
Mm, yeah, don't get backdoored
Uh, we gon' swang door
Uh, we gon' swang door
Uh, we gon' swang door
Uh, we gon' hit his 'fro
Yeah, we want all the smoke (Gang, gang, gang)
That's what we came for (Gang, gang)
Ayy

Ayy (Blatt), we want all the smoke (On gang)
Ayy, neat deep in these streets, I keep my heater in my poker (Bah, bah)
Opps say they want smoke, I get to smilin' just like Joker (Gang)
Ayy, two hands on the chop, that b*t*h got kick and hit my shoulder (Haha)
Ayy, two hands on that chop, I'm tryna hop out and go hit (Fft, fft, fft)
Uh, opp keep makin' diss song, now he tweaked out 'bout his b*t*h (B*t*h)
Don't be tweaked out 'bout that ho (On gang)
Ayy, mask it up, we tryna score (Goddamn)
Them boys know hundred stand on business, gang, you know we blow that smoke (Yeah)
Apply that pressure, that's on bro (Pah)
This powerful action not for sho' (No)
Makin' all them diss songs, but you not gon' drop that lo', don't care (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

Everywhere I go, I'm clutchin' on my pole
N***as done f**ked up, they done let Draxo come through the door (Ha)
They be like, damn, you rap so good, did you sell your soul?
Don't f**k with these lil' nats 'cause they be droppin' them los (Them addies)
Ayy, when we pull up, you don't know what floor we in (No cap)
Five percent tinted with them Glizzies, know it's time to bend (Skrrt, skrrt, fft, skrrt)
See his twin brother, you know he gon' get smoked again (No cap)
Me and gang lit off these Perkies in that f**kin' hemi (I'm there)
In that V swervin', in an opp hood lurkin'
Mask up, got him nervous
Got that fire on my hip, walk around with it pokin'

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