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Gang, gang, gang, gang
You already know how I ride, man, you already know how I slide, man
Comac shit, 1900 shit
I'm the new Charlie Heller, the biggest bitch
If you know, you know, bitch, I'm gon' blow
We crackin' trays, we crackin' fives, we crackin' fours
The whole Westside know, I'm on green and I'm gon' go
Give me the strike and give me the low
He gotta die, the way it go
We ain't gon' post up at the store
And we ain't gon' post up at the pool hall
We gon' find another low
I told J-Pype when I come home, hide this shit here from the gold
When I was down in Texas, shorty, them sent threats up on the low
Mind your business, I got respect for you out of pops, that's on my wall
Keeler is my block, I'm bout to post back at the store
If shorty don't ride through, up that micro, nigga, we go through
I survived five shot and beat a few bodies, I don't think they know
I live for that get back
I can't wait till bus is here to get my lit back
Smokin' weed and sippin' lean, nigga, as I sit back
Waitin' on the perfect time to get that lick back
Henny capers, rollin' flavors, Don Julio, no chaser
Got your bitch shakin' ass on percolators
Every since I got these VVs, I gained a bunch of haters
Coupé on, got Desi hoes, no Asia
I'm tryna take a trip to Taiwan, fuck some new hoes in Japan
Gettin' rich was part of the plan
When he come on, he don't stand a chance
The switch, he gon' make him dance
I don't count my blessings, I only count my sins
And I don't need no friends
I'm at the top, fuckin' two twins
I got two micros to match and got two switches to get it in
If you know, you know, bitch, I'm gon' blow
We crackin' trays, we crackin' fires, we crackin' foes
The whole Westside know, I'm on green and I'm gon' go
Give me the strike and give me the low
He gotta die, it the way it go
We ain't gon' post up at the store