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Onna Gang
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Daboii
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Shit, I'ma name this shit onna gang nigga 'Cause, nigga, everything I'm sayin' nigga, that's on gang nigga Just 'cause you got yo ass a gun, it don't make you a gangsta Ol' bad ass lil' boy, I'll give you a spankin' I know some niggas want me dead, I been keepin' 'em patient Keep takin' pictures wit' all them hammers, ain't beatin' no cases Load the clips up wit' gloves, I ain't leavin' no traces I'll leave up out this earth before leavin' a statement Funk wit' us, yeah just know that you beefin' wit' Haitians We ride around wit' baby K's on a special occasion Lil' bitch I'm a dog, but a lion at heart You know that shit gon' come to light, you can't hide in the dark And you can't get up in this whip, catch you ridin' a BART And you don't mean shit you tweet but be typin' it hard And every time I hit a bitch, it be from behind When they had me in that cell, I was beefin' wit' time Nah nigga, I don't rap just speakin' my mind DaBoii for President, bitch I'm freein' the guys Keep on talkin' out your neck, that shit funny as f*ck I'm finna pull up on your sister and bust me a nut I'm not familiar wit' no manners or no home trainin' You the best liar of the year wit' all that bold facin' I'm just tryna touch a B and I got no patience If you owe me pay me in full nigga, no payments I ain't arguing wit' niggas I be close casin' Boy I been about my chicken I be Bojangin' SOB RBE we the most hated Keep prayin' on our downfall, you gon' hate it Ain't no C's in this P nigga no banking Disrespectful lil' boy, you's a "No, David" Mouth on blingy bling, your bitch want my Jimmy Dean Nigga you don't really want beef, you a chili bean Labels callin', ringy ring Rob me? Silly thing Lyin' bitch keep claimin' I'm her lover, must be Billy Jean And it's 200 on this dash, Valet I'm parkin' at It's still a mystery, can't remember where my heart was at Where my target at? G-lock wit' me and I'm sparkin' that You talk behind my back, I take your bitch Her back? She archin' that I keep that muf*ckin' 4-0 And you ain't got no problems totin' that Deuce Deuce I'm a young wild nigga wit' a old soul 90's baby, middle fingers to the new school I'm bad wit' keys, just push the start and it go vroom vroom He claim he up but in his pockets ain't no beaucoup This .40 go bang this 4-5 go boom boom BIP Tu reminiscin' gone too soon Why I'm so f*cked up in the head? I wish I knew the answer Bitch lock that phone up in that purse 'cause I don't do the cameras Hand me some hundreds, that ain't blue then I'm throwin' a tantrum If I can't pour up in that Sprite I'ma go wit' the Fanta I got some demons in my gang your gang full of jabronies And I ain't poppin' out a pill, I'ma smoke me some dodi It's 3 peons in your whip, Rolie, Polie, and Olie Leave a hole up in yo' whip, now you holy and moly ONNA GANG
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