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Gang, gang, all of the lights, gang, come on, yeah
I remember them late nights solo thuggin', nigga
And nobody had me, I gotta go do this shit for my family
Right now feeling' down, gotta bury my daddy
Niggas know, I get active, I don't like the chatting
Ten shots from a switch, make a nigga flip backwards
After I beat her, she walk with a waddle, I'm fly as a seahawk
But not from Seattle, you get in that room, then you better not tattle
She riding' that dick like she using' a saddle
Know we stay with some shots niggas, don't wanna battle
Got kilt off his bike, no time for the paddle
Gang, I'm a man now, these niggas know that I'm standin' on business
Its fuck all these hoes, they gon' pay with your feelings
If they play with lil bro, then it's gon' be a killing
Aint worried bout you stack them racks to the ceiling, all these hoes dropping' lows
So I don't want no dealings', he spoke on the bros
So I'm gon' make him feel it, we catch him outside
Then we doing him filthy, gotta keep dropping' songs
Cause they say I'm the ticket, I'm takin' these losses
But really, I'm winning', they play with gang we gon spin like a fidget
It's big 4L, no, you cannot forget it
Yeah,SG3, nigga know, I'ma die bout it
He said it's, smoke, no, I wont ever, hide bout it
SRT, know, It came with a wide body
Nigga spoke on the gang you ain't know that he died bout it,
If I die right now, Go' slide, don't cry bout it
Don't speak on T know I'm slanging fye bout it,
Say I'm upping my switch up, if a nigga get rowdy
We stolo surfing, the windows, they cloudy
All of my bitches, I like em' exotic
Just know if you need it big 4L got it
Pop-out on the scene, got a loaf in my pocket
You not having motion, you need to, just stop it
Say the wrong thing, then I'm upping in my rocket
It's one in the head, no, I don't gotta cock it
I think I'm the best, no, I'm not being' cocky
I don't wanna talk, babygirl, just top me
Niggas know im a savage, I never been average
Ain't worried about hoes, just chasing' this cabbage
Get in that pussy
I beat it, I stab it
Niggas cracking dem 3s in my face won't crack it
But I never trippin
bout nun of that shit, nigga
Play right now, he get hit, with this stick
He dissing that gang but we know he a bitch-type nigga
I see him, on bro, he a flinch, last nigga
Had made him a triller, we spent
Know He killing' for me, so I'm killing' for Quent
Caught the lil bitch
He got away now,I'm mad as,the fuck
I don't know where he went,
When you jump in the streets that shit fuck with yo mental
He throw the wrong thing on, bro, we gon' kill him
He ain't did a drill, so I won't ever feel him
D.O.A., no, they ain't get to heal him When
you get in these streets, it's jail or death, I'm stuck in between
Man, I think I need help
Niggas playin' with us like they can't get nailed
While I'm chasin' this money, been losing myself
Yeah
I been chasin' this money, I'm losin' myself
And I'm stuck in these streets, man, I think I need help
Long live my daddy, nigga
Im Monta reincarnated, nigga
Yeah, yeah, yeah