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Whole Gang
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Babyface
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Yeah, twenty chains, so you know the wave Rollie over bang, I’ve been sh*ttin’ since the Rollie days Ja blue and yellow, full of nuggets, look like Golden State Same n***a used to rollerblade, now the Rover skate Pocket fat as f**k, need to run, my sh*t overweight I’ll whack a n***a over crumbs, especially over weight .40 on me, been done left a n***a, like I’m runnin’ late I was in Miami, me and Baby will throw a face, n***a Four pints cost me ten some I be always on the turn-around, like I missed some Took my b*t*h to [?], told her pick some You ain’t gettin’ paid, n***as be too busy d**k suckin’ Always wanna be in first place, f**k a runner up Countin’ paper all night, f**k, I gave my thumb a cut I was 21 with twenty on me, but that’s nothin’ much So, you doin’ money talk? It better be a buck and up n***as want a taste of the pies but can’t look straight in the eyes I’m startin’ to think that you a snake in disguise I’ve been focusin’, lately, I’ve been chasin’ the skies I keep this sh*t pushin’, I can get a Wraith if I tried I’m breakin' her eyes on every bed in 4-5-6 And give me space while I’m shootin’ if you don’t got sh*t Seein’ n***as gettin’ money, then they go out quick Settin’ examples for the youngin’s who don’t know ‘bout sh*t Westside in this b*t*h, and the Eastside too Your b*t*h a lil spooky, how she wanna be my boo? With prescription contacts, you can’t see my crew You fake n***as transparent, I can see right through Uh, yeah Servin’ OT, ‘cause the block hot as Takis b*t*h, this ain’t no f**kin’ stir fry, this hibachi Did the 69 with your b*t*h, I ain’t Tekashi Lil n***a, big strap, but won’t no big n***a box me 013’ I was itchin’ for a body Few years before, I’ll pull up in a hottie Around the same time, I was stretchin’ [?] Fast forward, now I’m in a Wraith on [?], sippin’ wacky n***as hatin’ on me, sh*t, I heard it through the grapevine Plug waitin’ on me, I just gotta cross the stateline Free Boss Hogg, got my n***a doin’ state time Whippin’ up babies take talent, it don’t take time The next Rollie on my wrist, prolly a 40 Or Presi-, lil ass n***a, bag heavy I could do the route there and back without a navi- Let a pretty b*t*h run through the mall like her daddy I was up, fell off, then got back again Quit rappin’, start trappin’, tryna rap again Puttin' miles on a Kia, tryna snatch a Benz Sprayed the car and double back, them n***as actin’ dead They said I was the one, but I was lackin’ bread Now, I know to keep it on me, never lack again I’m sendin' P. Eazy kicks when he at the feds She was talkin' down ‘bout the gang, so I got the head Bein’ broke taught a n***a how to live with money Wakin’ up next to hoes, thinkin’ they stealin’ from me My trust issues made me clutch pistols When you up, they on your nuts, when you broke, they don’t f**k with you Good luck with it, boy, I know how it go I done sold a whole brick, I done sold out a show Water drippin’ off the piece, all the way to the floor I make it look like I’m rich, selling eighfies a blow You either listen to them or you listen to me Snatchin’ big off a chicken, yeah, it’s mission a wing I ain’t put it back together, boy, you gettin’ it clean And I ain’t never sold nobody no Michigan weed Did time in the joint, n***a, and I ain’t goin’ back Ain’t ‘pposed to be around no felons, and I’m knowin’ that I’m holdin’ straps while I’m throwin’ craps Wife beater on, cookin’ a O of crack Boy, you know it’s facts Just made it back with two hunid of the finest Call my Mexican and get two hunid on consignment A’s on my report card, I turned in my assignment Had my first crack house when n***as wore Breightling’s Bentley truck at Bossa Nova, order some lasagna Spin this b*t*h around, I got a play at Ace of Diamonds Lookin’ for the sh*t I’m wearin’ today, you can’t find it Three thousand for a outfit, and it ain’t even Friday “Finish up this load, then I’m done,” I told Gozzy Then I got another load, sh*t, I tried it Twenty chains on, couple of them b*t*hes hidin’ Told them, “Ain't no need to test drive this b*t*h, ‘cause I’m buyin’ it” 4-1 The sh*t I spit, make n***as get up off they ass And quit trippin’ and try to stumble on some cash Used to double off of halves, tryna bubble to a slab Now, I push a coupe, stompin’ up the motherf**kin’ Ave I’m a Westside trafficker, you known for slappin’ dirt When I [?], I put you on the front and back of shirts You could grab a verse, or come grab a [?], sh*t, whatever works b*t*hes lay the cheddar first, chasin’ pu**y never works Born in a family where nobody had a job You either sell dope or sell dope, you nothin’ if you rob I engage in crack sales, b*t*h, I’m married to the mob Stacks sloppy and flat, just a motherf**kin’ slob I’m a diamond linker, vacuum-sealed bag shrinker You a small thinker, ass kisser, couch sleeper My clique all leaders, trailin’ foreign car blinkers Headin’ to the club in a dozen two-seaters, n***a (BYLUG)
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