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Man
(Ayy, Culprit got a hit)
F**k be wrong with this n***a, bruh?
Money
F**k goin' on?
Ayy

N***a, these ain't handguns, Dracos and all blackouts
Just hit a thick b*t*h and made that ho tap out
She was from the 'Raq, I promise I blew her back out
Come to the city for a month, then I'm back out
Gotta move swift, I don't know what these lames on
In another n***a trenches, know I got my chains on
Hit my phone talkin' stupid, know you gettin' banged on
I just called my n***a lawyer, told him I need Bang home
They just do it for the clout, let them get they fame on
When we catch n***as in traffic, we gon' play the game wrong
How you do it on them songs, n***a, keep that same tone
We was thеre late, we was finna shrеd your gang Mone, n***a
I was surprised when I heard that sh*t with Mas'
Probably mad his b*t*h left him and done f**ked one of the guys
How you doin' all that rappin'? You don't even come outside
You ain't even ride striker when all of your n***as died
**** died with a b*t*h, okay, they Bonnie and Clyde
Ridin' through the Bronx, we ain't lookin' for Nicki Minaj
They lose a member every month, I know them n***as tired
And every time they bump into us, n***as cry (N***as die)
N***a, so watch how you approachin' us (Yeah)
Dugg try to sign me, I'ma do it just to catch his bluff
Gon' get his f**kin' head bust tryna show he tough
We gon' drop a whole hundred shots so they know it's us
Izzo noddin' off the drank, he movin' slow, so we gon' be late
Bro, we should've been there first, we in a C8
Gave his a** his own concert, took him to see Drac'
Every n***a 'round me stay dangerous, no, we don't be safe
I don't think Baby know how much them n***as down
Tell Baby we put all that n***a friends out of bounds
Global, yeah, we'll tap that head out of town
Can't be serious, I think dog a fan how he sound
The last opp say he ain't dyin', but he dead
Well, how the f**k that n***a die with his kids?
Paid a lame, that n***a died in the crib
Rose got popped, he should've died, but he lived
Walked him down, we ain't into all them car games
On 6 Mile, tryna catch one on Mark Twain
He was fish bowlin', chillin' in that whip and then them sharks came
Cash Gang, we got more toys than an arcade
Just had a drop on Strathmore, my n***a Hart came
He left the ARP at home, this n***a Hart lame
Paid was a cool n***a, but they parked gang
That n***a Mas' ain't had a bond since he was our age, n***a

Dissin' me for fans won't get your mans back
Hoes did whatever Lonnie say 'til he got head tapped
I seen Mas', got to blowin', thought he ran track
Cov died bangin' Tez with his ham a**
Dman caught that one n***a in a Bronco
Bando had a bald head, now it's a pothole
Dame got shot at the food truck, duck your taco
B*t*h, it's snowin', f**k the Scat', we in a Tahoe
This a contact sport, then get in the field, n***a
Y'all down four bodies, all my n***as still livin'
Jizzle got smoked and y'all n***as still chillin'
I'll wrap this b*t*h up, we get a drop, I'm still bendin'
And we don't do no talkin', we got drums for that
Jizzle was lackin' in the whip and he got stung for that
Your man Streets, he a snitch, what's up with that? (Rat)
All that dissin' in them songs, go get your brother back
Lucky got hit in her sh*t (Damn), Dame got hit in his sh*t (Damn)
Boom got hit in his sh*t, Paid got hit in his sh*t (Damn)
Lonnie got hit in his sh*t (Damn), Rudy got hit in his sh*t (What the f**k?)
I could take your a** to murder school, I'm pullin' homi skits
Trev a** died and came back, he a zombie, b*t*h
I hate n***as, man, I should've been a Nazi, b*t*h
First body, I smoked a n***a boots with all my ice on
Duke a** was claimin' ATB, now his life gone (Dummy)
They took that n***a John face off like it's lipo' (He outta there)
All the city girls actin' up, I want a white ho
We'll paint your motherf**kin' whip like we MAACO
B*t*h, I'm booted off three drugs, where the Draco?
N***as talkin' like they on that, they gave Duke head thirty-two
Woo was talkin' choppy, now he can't even go hit the stu'
Get her out my DM 'fore I f**k around, hit your boo
The chopper wake a n***a up and put his a** back on snooze
F**k some pants, I would've knocked Trey out his shoes
Every time we hit a n***a block, that sh*t make the news
That n***a died with his mama, this sh*t ain't got no rules
Goofy-a** lil' n***a should've stayed his a** in school

Dame ain't wanna come home, he got his pops shot
Jail got his puncher took, he an opp now
It's 2 A.M., I'm in the bushes on the opp block
Don't reach for these, that's that sh*t that got Dot shot
F**k Helmut Lang, all my opps wearin' helmets, gang
Izzo took two Cartis and eleven chains
On 24, we done scored on eleven gangs (Them n***as dead)
I know my opps ain't on sh*t, we done let 'em hang (What the f**k?)
I threw off, how the f**k I'm with some dead n***as? (How they here?)
Lonnie got a faceshot, now his head bigger
Go on Strath and drop somethin', they say Head did it
We got the whole city screamin' f**k them dead n***as (F**k them dead-a** n***as)
N***a, 24
You old-a** lame
N***a, 24
Y'all n***as need to get-back, n***a, the f**k?
Know what the f**k goin' on, none of my n***as gone
We all here
Let me do a headcount in this b*t*h
Alright, everybody here
The f**k?
Cash Gang, b*t*h

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