Gang
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
You gon' make me up the chopper blow a nigga down
Slide down, bet that nigga catch a hundred rounds
You a nerd-ass boy, nigga, look around
I have my young life, nigga, put you in the ground
Big stocks, big Glocks, tote K clips
If it's smoke, we gon' blow, we gon' bang shit
Yeah, I know your background, you's a ho, bitch
I'll take your lil' strap, you won't do shit
And I'm a eastside nigga, getting to the cash
Pull up on a nigga, leave a nigga leaking in that grass
Go to jail but I don't really give a fuck
And if you snitch, have my 6 come and rough you up
Bitch at my pad, but you already know if she not sucking dick, then that bitch gotta go
No lovey-dovey bitch, 'cause I heard you was a ho
I just wanna fuck that bitch, I just used her for her throat
And I'm a up-top baby, I be quick to hit a lick
Bitches on my dick so they wanna take a pic
Bitches know my name 'cause I've been with that shit
So don't try to test me 'cause you can still meet the clip, ayy
I'ma Alabama nigga fucking with the bay
Shout out my nigga Peezy, he be catchin' plays
And ima always be me, I won't fucking change
Open fire on a nigga, make him feel that blaze, nigga
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