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(MIA JAY C)
Gang, yeah (GMO)
Blowin' opps daily

Blowin' opps daily, I can't even face it
Hellcat, supercharged motor, I ain't racin'
We catch his ass, we scorin', cook his ass like bacon
I'll make a n***a famous, out the window yellin' gang sh*t
We not to be played with, live a thug life like Pac and them
Hail Mary, throw my blessings up before we box 'em in
Chrome Heart, designer kicks, b*t*h, I got all kind of sh*t
Step on any n***a, give a f**k about a consequence

NLE, walk a n***a down with this chopper, b*t*h
I feel like Peezy, black Timbs, wintertime grind sh*t
n***as wanna be me, but don't wanna put that time in
n***as nevеr see me, sh*t, they must be out of town with it
Lil' baby vibе different, hittin' corners, slide with me
We be trailin' back to back, movin' like the mob members
Tell my mama if they X me out, then it was my business
Lam' truck look good as hell, I'm tryna drive in it
He lookin' through his rearview, whole time, I was on side of him
Totin' on blicks like TOB, I only trust my brothers
'Fore I D-I-E, I'm takin' n***as up to God with me
Demons in my sleep, gettin' haunted by that f**k n***a
b*t*h, you know it's f**k n***as, n***as know what's up with me
All my b*t*hes tweakers, get the drop and set 'em up for me
I be tryna leave somethin', quit with all that mean muggin'
He was tryna run until I upped the beam on him
n***as ain't no real pits, goin' hood to hood on field trips
All that playin' gangster, boy, you still a snitch
Streets don't love nobody, but I'm still in 'em
Check the score, we still winnin'
And when I die, label me a real n***a

All the young n***as that's with me certified and known for choppin' sh*t
I sent the pits, they caught him shoppin', he got in the car, they followed him
Know Big Shiesty a 40 carrier, still get retarded with it
If I come out, that "Blrrrd" up on my neck, it's gon' be hard to miss
Opps ain't never shot sh*t, but be talkin' like they bangin' with it
Come get this booster out the car, be damned, I let him blow my mission
Anybody got smoke with me got shot up where they tried to fix it
Tote a chop with the suppressor, when I draw down, bet that pu**y listen
Don't wanna get hit at, then your best bet is get out the business
Blowin' opps daily with this fully, it ain't too much missin'
Sixty on the Drac', but no karate how it get to kickin'
All them n***as gettin' it, just be patient, know they time tickin', blrrrd, blrrrd

I'll make a n***a perm, put this six-two to his brain, b*t*h
Semiautomatic, sharpshooter, I got aim, b*t*h
2020 wide-body Caddy, I switch lanes quick
Man, these n***as keep copyin' me, I'ma buy a train, b*t*h
Big Chopper Gang, b*t*h, real member, I'm f**ked up
Wasn't paralyzed, know his pu**y ass just lucked up
He don't even know when he be sh*ttin', he disgust us
We tapped him on his ass, stripper status, he got touched up
Five hundred shots up in his house what my beginning was
Stopped shootin' at them bricks, started killin' sh*t, hostin' them funerals
Flawless diamonds hittin' up on my neck, check out these minerals
Every killer overkill, the city say we pitiful

Ever since I was like thirteen, man
Caught my first body
Them hoes gon' die the same way, man
And I accepted that sh*t

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