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Ayy, ayy
Gang sh*t only, n***a
You know what the f**k goin' on, man (Fatman, you did this?)
1600 gang, n***a, you know how the f**k we rockin', n***a
Ayy, ayy

Get caught hangin' with the opps and you gon' get your a** smoked (Glock)
Get caught likin' the opps' post, we put you in that same boat
I can get your cousin to backdoor you (Backdoor you)
F**k you think this fame for? (Glock)
We the type to pop out on you in a wig and raincoat
I'm with all them killers thuggin'
Hit the city, I'm in a hot car, I'm with all my n***as buggin'
Auntie call my phone through Facebook, tell me squash it with my cousin
This sh*t so deep right now, I catch him, I kill his a** in public, n***a
That's on my brother

I don't like them n***as, they don't like my n***as (Ayy, ayy)
And I'm too rich to be fightin' them n***as (Yeah, yeah)
He was talkin' sh*t, caught him on the 9, here go your diaper, n***a (Here go your diaper, n***a)
You ain't into it with gang for real
You don't own your own pipе, lil' n***a (Broke-a** n***a)
With your broke a**, n***a (F**k wrong with you?)
We ain't tolеrate no fake opps (Ain't no fake opps)
They can't post up in they hood
They call somebody else hit they block (Grrr)
Free Lonnell, he six three-hundred
Only one I love from 8-Block
Bam got hit in the head, so we still count that as a face shot, ayy (What? What?)
If n***as ain't die, they on the sh*t bag
For J-Money, it's a go, you a fake opp with your brick a** (GDK)
And I f**ked your baby mama while you was in jail, her thick a** (Her thick a**)
Regular Glock on me in case I run up out that switch kind (Grrr, Glock)
We get litty in the city (City, what?)
They had to buy them switches from foenem in case they wanted 'em on them glizzys (City, what?)
We don't say "No cap" for foenem, me and lil' bro 'nem say "No kizzy" (City, what?)
All the opps know how we ride, n***a, we gon' spin till we get dizzy, n***a
We ain't doin' no diss
Get caught hangin' with the opps and you gon' get your a** smoked (Glock)
Get caught likin' the opps' post, we put you in that same boat
I can get your cousin to backdoor you (Backdoor you)
F**k you think this fame for? (Glock)
We the type to pop out on you in a wig and raincoat
I'm with all them killers thuggin'
Hit the city, I'm in a hot car, I'm with all my n***as buggin'
Auntie call my phone through Facebook, tell me squash it with my cousin
This sh*t so deep right now, I catch him, I kill his a** in public, n***a (Smurk, f**k my cousin, he with that opp sh*t)
That's on my brother (Man, what?)

F**k my cousin, I told 'em he gotta go and get shot, he slide through (Come here)
The night my brother died, if you was there, just know you dyin' too (Gang)
Ask the opps from over West, next day, they a** was down two (Down, man down)
Hellfire on the back of that Glock, sound like a switch, it soundproof (Grrah)
And I agreed to keep your son name out my mouth and I ain't lied (Let's get it)
But them n***as he call his cousins 'round that b*t*h, they a** dyin' (They a** dyin')
All the guns and chains and cars took out the city, ain't none mine
I took sh*t on the chin three different times, so stop all that cryin' (Pu**y-a** n***a)
We put belt to a**, we spankin' sh*t (Come here), y'all still actin' like y'all up (Come here, come here)
Sleazy vibes, what's-his-name got hit in his sh*t, he called for help (Uh)
He ain't do it but still said, "F**k 'em," so he did that to himself (B*t*h-a** n***a)
Block too hot, we can't post up, we get to hangin' down on Wells
In the 'Raq, ask the streets, I'm bigger than Yeezy, I'm the G.O.A.T. (Bigger than Yeezy)
Ain't no G's, we catch 'em, squeeze before the keys get in the door ('Fore the keys get in the door)
Smiley with me, he spinnin' three times even though my boy a 4 (Spin, spin, spin)
Opps died, we don't brag no more, we get to yellin', "Go" (Man, what?)
Get caught hangin' with the opps and you gon' get your a** smoked (Glock)
Get caught likin' the opps' post, we put you in that same boat
I can get your cousin to backdoor you (Backdoor you)
F**k you think this fame for? (Glock)
We the type to pop out on you in a wig and raincoat
I'm with all them killers thuggin'
Hit the city, I'm in a hot car, I'm with all my n***as buggin'
Auntie call my phone through Facebook, tell me squash it with my cousin
This sh*t so deep right now, I catch him, I kill his a** in public, n***a
That's on my brother (Hold on)

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