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Letra : Tired of Mas
Cash Gang Key (SJ, this hard)
Boy
I'm tired of Mas, you gon' make a n***a hit your head
He traumatized, I'm ridin' 'round with n***as that killed your mans
If the beef wasn't real, I'd beat your a**
We got a striker on the floor, I told Lik go half
Bro, you know that she gon' f**k me if I show that b*t*h a dub
Heard my opps up at Truth, I'm finna go shoot up the club
I get sentenced in a minute, finna go have me some fun
They can give me ten years, I'm still gon' have me a run
R.I.P. my pops, first n***a handed me a brick
We hit heads, don't come outside if it ain't helmets in the whip
Just got a drop, was on my way to get somе a**, but I spinned
He got popped, that was finna bе his a**, but I missed
Don't wanna speak about the beef or nothin'
F**k a gun, Mike Brown died with his heater on him
Same sh*t every time, they don't see us comin'
I can make you thirty racks, you just need a puncher
Nobody been outside, Cash Gang got n***as put up
Whoever think we hidin', send the lo' and we gon' push up
Really be outside, every n***a with me took one
When we get a drop, we don't stop shootin' 'til the hook come (N***a)
We got pape', the whole other side is some bums
We ain't alike, they be on the other side of the gun
I hate them n***as with they cappin' a**
Every time we get a drop, bet we gon' catch the hat, n***a
The feds comin'
I'm just hopin' they don't do a sweep 'cause I ain't sayin' nothin'
B*t*h actin' like she don't want Key, I bet her friend f**k me
You know the whole gang be switchin' up
It shoot three at a time, all you gotta do is click the b***on
I know a n***a who only twenty-one, but he got eight bodies
Whoever BandGang beefin' with, they need to say sorry
We rob sh*t, during the pandemic, we took eight Cartis
Last n***a played either dead or he ain't walkin'
I'm tired of Mas, you gon' make a n***a hit your head
He traumatized, I'm ridin' 'round with n***as that killed your mans
If the beef wasn't real, I'd beat your a**
We got a striker on the floor, I told Lik go half
Bro, you know that she gon' f**k me if I show that b*t*h a dub
Heard my opps up at Truth, I'm finna go shoot up the club
I get sentenced in a minute, finna go have me some fun
They can give me ten years, I'm still gon' have me a run (Boy)
N***a (No cap)
Cash Gang sh*t
Boy
I'm tired of Mas, you gon' make a n***a hit your head
He traumatized, I'm ridin' 'round with n***as that killed your mans
If the beef wasn't real, I'd beat your a**
We got a striker on the floor, I told Lik go half
Bro, you know that she gon' f**k me if I show that b*t*h a dub
Heard my opps up at Truth, I'm finna go shoot up the club
I get sentenced in a minute, finna go have me some fun
They can give me ten years, I'm still gon' have me a run
R.I.P. my pops, first n***a handed me a brick
We hit heads, don't come outside if it ain't helmets in the whip
Just got a drop, was on my way to get somе a**, but I spinned
He got popped, that was finna bе his a**, but I missed
Don't wanna speak about the beef or nothin'
F**k a gun, Mike Brown died with his heater on him
Same sh*t every time, they don't see us comin'
I can make you thirty racks, you just need a puncher
Nobody been outside, Cash Gang got n***as put up
Whoever think we hidin', send the lo' and we gon' push up
Really be outside, every n***a with me took one
When we get a drop, we don't stop shootin' 'til the hook come (N***a)
We got pape', the whole other side is some bums
We ain't alike, they be on the other side of the gun
I hate them n***as with they cappin' a**
Every time we get a drop, bet we gon' catch the hat, n***a
The feds comin'
I'm just hopin' they don't do a sweep 'cause I ain't sayin' nothin'
B*t*h actin' like she don't want Key, I bet her friend f**k me
You know the whole gang be switchin' up
It shoot three at a time, all you gotta do is click the b***on
I know a n***a who only twenty-one, but he got eight bodies
Whoever BandGang beefin' with, they need to say sorry
We rob sh*t, during the pandemic, we took eight Cartis
Last n***a played either dead or he ain't walkin'
I'm tired of Mas, you gon' make a n***a hit your head
He traumatized, I'm ridin' 'round with n***as that killed your mans
If the beef wasn't real, I'd beat your a**
We got a striker on the floor, I told Lik go half
Bro, you know that she gon' f**k me if I show that b*t*h a dub
Heard my opps up at Truth, I'm finna go shoot up the club
I get sentenced in a minute, finna go have me some fun
They can give me ten years, I'm still gon' have me a run (Boy)
N***a (No cap)
Cash Gang sh*t
