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Yeah DJ Kenn, turn up man Drop that sh*t man You know how we comin' man Squad squad Squad sh*t no qua sh*t Gang sh*t no lang sh*t What I say? I can put them b*t*hes on the plane or take the road n***a you ain't even really gang 'cause you f**kin' told And you act like you ain't even trick, boy you f**kin' bold And I took yo ass on a hit, and you f**kin' froze I done touched a whole honeybun and I ain't touch the work Why the f**k you buy that gun if you ain't bust it first? n***as really hoes in the field we'll f**kin' skirt I'ma sold you ass hit drink, you a f**kin' j*rk 58 hunnid for the pint and it nun to us Told the b*t*h to hop on this plane, we gon' run it up And she gave a young n***a brain for a tummy tuck Blue bumma gang be the gang, I'm the runner up Pay them gangs with this damn gang, I lump 'em up Hallows hit his motherf**kin' brain, I stomp him up c*cker say she wanna hold the whole thing, finna numb her up And I made a hunnid off them things, finna thumb it up Thot hoe I hit already, b*t*h sum it up b*t*h, I'm in Knoxville It gives a young n***a chills how that guap feel Standing ten toes, cold hearted in this hot field In the stu smokin' glue off a waxyle You think that he solid, but he fu, he is not real I get in that jam I'ma blam, I will not squeal High as hell, slide do a drill off a ox pill Damn Tadoe, they ain't ready yet I did sold two day, I just got a Percocet This b*t*h say she love me and ain't even met me yet Finna get the top, sloppiana, yeah, heavy neck Aye, I'm that n***a hoe I done f**ked her and her friend, I'm a Jiggalo And they break a n***a heavy checks but I ain't pimpin' tho And I bought the lil b*t*h a bag but I ain't simpin' tho Go b*t*h, I need a mata My uber behind the wheel, we'll slide if we had to Santana got the Drac, we'll up it, it go grata gratara gratara gragra (boom boom bang) DJ Kenn All Or Nothing, b*t*h I'm goin' in Boolin' with the gang, my brothers b*t*h we all kin All type of Glock & chops, it's gon make a movie clips Mixin' drink, percs and xans, it got me high as sh*t Still posted on the Front, we ain't duckin' sh*t Still been down yo blocks, yeah we lurkin' b*t*h Catch you, we gon murk you b*t*h You know we on that gang sh*t and that squad sh*t, free murkin' b*t*h Through the city in them hot cars We ain't worried about tell, we gon' scratch and tell 'em bye bye That sh*t you smokin', that ain't zaza If you want it b*t*h, I got, but it gon' cost you a lotta Groupie hoes givin' matta No you can't hang, you ain't gang, you ain't squad squad Free poppa b*t*h that's gang boy Pop out with that Drac, no hesitate he gon' bang boy I been sled on the opps, had to hit them goofies up (Deadass) Smokin' new pack, no this ain't that f**kin' Duck (He dead) And them n***as think it's sweet, I'ma hit em up (Dummies) Call a ambulance, now they gotta pick em up (Pick em up) Do the race, flame them new n***as up (Yoon) I'm in the 'Raq, what the f**k y'all thought it was (Chiraq) We ridin' 'cats, what the f**k y'all think we in (Yoon) I caught him lackin' had to get that goofy tinned (Brrp) Aye, I'm about that action and you know that (You know that) But b*t*h I'm here to talk about my Skrilla like I'm Kodak (Aye) Pull up in that black & yellow Lamb truck like Bojak (Like Bojak) He ain't rich enough, he can't afford to buy his hoe back Aye, that n***a broke as f**k, you know that I'm the young goat but you know I keep a big gat I don't like McDonald's but you know I keep a big Mac I don't do no talkin', I don't really do no chit-chat Aye, he ain't in the churches, he ain't with that 50 in this Glock that b*t*h go brr-brrap Draco with me, aye keep a nick-nack You make any wrong move folks put your sh*t back Aye, b*t*h I'm in this track, call this a dispatch Aye, designer back to back, this sh*t mix match Aye, M-O-N-E-Y, I'm gon' get that Aye, n***as broke as f**k, that I ain't with that I been gettin' money since shorty chasin' cheder If you tweak with gang, we gon' put him on a sweater We don't give no f**k, we slid in any type of weather Hallows tips ain't hit him, they gon' get his ass together You ain't really like that, n***a you soft just like some feathers All gold AP and that b*t*h sound like treasure They can't get no money, cause we applyin' too much pressure I might get the sack then go take a flight to LA Aye, gang gang gang gang Your b*t*h on my d**k, she say what's the gang gang b*t*h she with the f**k and that pistol go bang bang We'll take his ice and take his f**kin' chain chain
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