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This that gang shit not that lame shit
This that gang shit not that lame shit
Aye man I love all my niggas man
I know these niggas riding
Bricksquad!

What your wrist bout what your neck bout yellow diamonds on me now got em pissed off
Got a big Glock for that big mouth
Lately I been riding around with them sticks out
Play it how you want it nigga I got them dicks out
I’m on that gang shit show you what this shot bout
This shit forever we won’t fall out get the pack and drop it in the hood they get it all out

This that gang shit not that lame shit
This that gang shit not that lame shit
Aye man I love all my niggas man
I know these niggas riding

I done struggled took some falls
I done seen and heard it all
I done cheated I don’t lied so I’m a dog
They say search and you will find I smoke the weed to ease my mind
Don’t fuck wit niggas that act like hoes I ain’t lying
Me an flock high we in the Bentley truck on the syrup
On the grove at the store smoking some shit you ain’t heard these niggas pussy I can it through the look in they face
Flock tec loudine he put a shot to his face
Ole pussy ass boy try to come stunt like that
5 grams in a backwood smoking runts like that
Since 17 been gettin' money bitch I swear I ain’t stunting
I pull up in that sting ray throwin' our money lil' bitch I’m stunting

What your wrist bout what your neck bout yellow diamonds on me now got em pissed off
Got a big Glock for that big mouth
Lately I been riding around with them sticks out
Play it how you want it nigga I got them dicks out
I’m on that gang shit show you what this shit bout
This shit forever we won’t fall out get the pack and drop it in the hood they get it all out

I got them pissed off nigga what your wrist bout
Ap 60 thousand dollars nigga watch my plug walk
I got it all out the streets no hand out nothing for free
I was down praying on my knees
I was like father please
Can you give me a break can u give me a lick
I went in the bowl with my wrist I went in the bowl with my wrist
Kitchen stink dirty dishes
In the lab I’m a chemist
VVS glistening when a boss talk better listen

My wrist sick virus
12 finger gangsters call them type writers
Them niggas ain’t no gangsters they jus drive by us
Pull up in the old school with them skinny tires
Let my nuts hang
I hit the gas than I’m gone in a flash
See the lights on the dash than I pull off like a blur
Diamond exchange like I’m down in Manhattan what’s brackin'
And I know you notice the drip smoking gelato while I’m stroking ya bitch
Get on your knees and just choke on the dick
I get to the bag and I run up the check
Me and money identical inspired by criminals
Diamonds healthy like minerals
Aim at ya face if it’s critical

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