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Ayy (It's the gang)

Pull up on a bad b*t*h like, "How you doing?" N***a
B*t*h, I'm Piru, ayy, I'm a rude n***a
21, full-court press, how you do it, n***a?
N***a, pa** the pole if you ain't gon' shoot the n***a
Ayy, ayy, baby, wait your turn
Now I'm in a b*t*h face like, "B*t*h, what you earn?" (What you earn, b*t*h?)
Twenty, forty, fifties, b*t*h, this ain't enough
Baby, I'ma cut you off since you acting tough (Gotta go, b*t*h)
Ooh-wee, get these n***as out the politics
Done lost a fumble in the field, you known for droppin' sh*t
Ain't nobody in your crew known for poppin' sh*t
Look, n***a, I'm in contact with the jailbirds (Free the thugs, n***a)
We know n***as slide last 'cause they tell first ('Cause they tell first)
Yeah, I know you don't love your homie 'causе the bail work (The bail work)
Got a couple packs, I'ma sеnd it through the mail first, mail first, mail first (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Ooh-wee, get these n***as out the politics (Get 'em outta here)
F**k the suckas, the feds love us and it's obvious (Ayy, ayy)
I don't even wanna rap, rather knock a b*t*h (Ayy)
Here I go talkin' brazy
Look, n***a, you got some n***as that ain't gettin' out
Why you tripping, n***a? You got away with your lil' skit
I know, I smoke dope so I don't remember it
Ayy (It's the gang)
Ooh-wee, get these, man, I'm gone, n***a
Yeah
Get 'em, then I'm gone, n***a
On me, nah, for sure, n***a
The n***a run up on me like he tweaking, I'ma show n***as
Call plays like the coach, n***a
My b*t*h don't wear Coach, n***a
And you ain't gon' do sh*t with that lil' strap, b*t*h, you just boast with it
Yeah, we call the opps LOLs 'cause they jokes, n***a
Boy, don't bring no extra n***as 'round me, them is your n***as
Which gun I wanna rock today? I eeny, miny, moe with it
N***a keep saying he gon' do what? He off coke, n***a
Yeah, keep saying you gon' do what? Why you lyin', Craig?
B*t*h, what I spent on my neck, I could buy a 'Vette
F**k these lil' n***as shooting at? N***a, find a net
Let a n***a speak up on my brother, b*t*h, you dyin' next
Yeah, and, b*t*h, we comin' for your top, we don't shoot knees
It's a thousand dollars for a pair of shoes, but they two-threes
B*t*h couldn't have the old me or the new me
On FaceTime with Slo with a dub, he like, "Ooh-wee," n***a

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