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    Scum Gang

    Niggas runnin' out their mouth but they never pop out
    I got the drop on your spot, everybody watch out
    All my niggas on 50 so you know we hopped out
    Mobbed out, ops out, we gon' show what we about
    All my niggas really gang bang, talk that damn slang
    Rap about it, do the same thing, let your nuts hang
    We gon' pull up, nigga, ¡ándale!, on sangre
    We post up, we don't do the race, you gon' die today

    In the spot, blow 50 bands, shit, 100 bands
    Shit, my pockets on a runnin' man, fuck a rubberband
    I'ma fuck her in a handstand, she a fan, man
    Need the drugs, I'm the Xan man, I'm the damn man

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    I roll up, I'm gon' be booted, stupid, and shoot it stupid
    Brought a knife, I brought a Ruger, stupid, I really do this
    If I tote it then you know I shoot it and I'ma prove it
    Back, back, don't be movin' stupid or I'ma use it (squad)
    Dicky stiffy, uh, bet she give some licky, uh
    Lil bitty, uh, bust all on her titties, uh
    She a skeezer, uh, really don't need her, uh
    Bust then I leave her, uh, she a little eater, uh
    Get back, kickback, blow your shit back, uh
    Rip that, take that, flip that, send that, uh
    223 hit, where your clothes at? Uh
    Scum Gang 'bout that Fendi, fin-act, uh

    Niggas runnin' out their mouth but they never pop out
    I got the drop on your spot, everybody watch out
    All my niggas on 50, so you know we hopped out
    Mobbed out, ops out, we gon' show what we about
    All my niggas really gang bang, talk that damn slang
    Rap about it, do the same thing, let your nuts hang
    We gon' pull up, nigga ¡ándale!, on sangre
    We post up, we don't do the race, you gon' die today

    You can talk hot on the internet, boy
    That's that goofy shit, we ain't into that, boy
    Black van, pull up to your momma crib, boy
    Tie her up, drive that shit off a bridge, lil boy
    You can talk hot on the internet, boy
    That's that goofy shit, we ain't into that, boy
    Black van, pull up to your momma crib, boy
    Tie her up, drive that shit off a bridge, lil boy

    Niggas runnin' out their mouth but they never pop out
    I got the drop on your spot, everybody watch out
    All my niggas on 50, so you know we hopped out
    Mobbed out, ops out, we gon' show what we about
    All my niggas really gang bang, talk that damn slang
    Rap about it, do the same thing, let your nuts hang
    We gon' pull up, nigga ¡ándale!, on sangre
    We post up, we don't do the race, you gon' die today

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    Composition: Koncept P

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