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If it's hot then Kontajes you dip Kontajes you dip
We're the roadblood gang and it's a dot mood thing We ain't the same, I got game and you a lame I don't want the fame
I want the chips, make a few million, then dip Take your bitch and hit that shit, never leave a tip
Just give her it and yeah I fuck with a few crips Money's always green, like the weed in my lungs
And this, we do it for fun, and the player real hung She wanna see my tongue, flick it till I'm done
They say, oh shit, he won the red one Got the bandana to the right blood walk
Leave your chomp, finally they free Lil' Hawk Rest in peace, braised blood in paradise
We smoke the haze these days, Yaktown where gangsta stays And stay late, we don't play games
Kontajes, we dip
Red Rags, puttin' enemies in body bags New shoes, new tags, pants, still sag
We from the old school, shootin' em like pool Got a big ass tool
Red Rags, puttin' enemies in body bags New shoes, new tags, pants, still sag
We from the old school, shootin' em like pool Got a big ass tool
This music right here, it's some gang bangin' shit That's why I made it for you to mess with, bang this shit
It's a hit smoke, and dip slang, and skip trial They comin' in a little while, but I won't be here
Always brighter than a road flare, hate blood, why you stop and stare
This mine, I don't share, game always bigger than the 80s hair Blood, I want her coochie bare
I told the bitch, use Nair, now we gettin' somewhere Both you bitches need to share
Look bitch, I don't care, life's never fair
Kontajes Magic
Red Rags, puttin' enemies in body bags New shoes, new tags, pants, still sag
We from the old school, shootin' em like pool Got a big ass tool
Red Rags, puttin' enemies in body bags New shoes, new tags, pants, still sag
We from the old school, shootin' em like pool Got a big ass tool
Seven-2, river in the road, we gang bang throat Gang fast, never slow, then you better do what you're told
OG never gets old, only get you road, you should've known
Contagious, got the biggest chrome, and I always aim for domes Bullets breakin' bones, phones, and goin' through homes
Homes, I'm harder than stones, got my shoes in different rows Don't leave her here, it's your bitch, I bone