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50 round drum on the bottom of my gun
Up that fuckin stick twin and watch them niggas run
Bettta play with somebody else i aint the one
Dont make me have yo momma out here missin her son
Just bought a new glock put hallows in my gun
Just rolled me a opp now he in my blunt
Say he got what boy that aint the one
Renegade gang we aint gon fa none
Them riverdale niggas aint gon fa none
And you kno you cant trap out here with out no gun
Nigga play wit this shit lil bro fye his ass up
Bitch i make one ball and my shooters gon step
They gon empty them blips til it aint none left
Bitch im 5941 til my last breath
Speak on da gang thats da day you meet death
You not from my hood you cant trap on my block
I fuck on yo bitch then beat out her spot
15 year olds i start scrappin da pot
Whippin and scrappin da dope til it locks
Fuck this parking lot bro lets air this shit out
We the reason why the hood is so hot
Nigga diss da gang nigga gettin shot
Slide to yo block and hop out wit them mops
If i catch me a opp then that bitch gettin dropped
50 round drum on the bottom of my gun
Up that fuckin stick twin and watch them niggas run
Betta play with somebody else i aint the one
Dont make me have yo momma out here missin her son
Just bought a new glock put hallows in my gun
Just rolled me a opp now he in my blunt
Say he got what boy that aint the one
Renegade gang we aint gon fa none