40th Boys

DipSet

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    Feat. 40-cal, a-mafia)

    Its scram jones nigga
    Yea, a-mafia nigga
    40th boys
    Its dipset
    Purple city, duke the god
    Ayo yall know how the fuck we do this shit

    [chorus: x2]
    Ayo
    Now all my real niggas pop it off
    Shoot em until his top come off
    I'm gettin money so, i gotta floss
    Cause im the boss
    When i come out, the thugs come out
    Stomp him out, till the blood come out
    He frontin, let a slug come out
    I'll show you what a thug about

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    [a-mafia:]
    Yo, i see his face tightnin
    But i aint with the face fightin
    Try to imitate tyson
    He gonna taste lightin(that fire nigga)
    I see some gangstas on my right and the left of me
    Keep the tech on me
    Black gloves and a vest on me
    Our jesus resurected
    Tv's in the lexus
    Breezy's wanna sex us
    Freezy on the necklace
    Its mafia (where)
    A-mafia here
    Throw your hands in the air for a-mafia yea
    I start rumbles when i come through
    Go bundle for bundle(pack for pack nigga)
    I got some killas that'll come through and slump you
    I hear them mumble, about the coke they got
    Till them niggas ran in they spots,and broke they lock
    These clown niggas wanna smoke a-maf
    Now leave em on the floor
    Catch him slippin while he in front of the corner store
    But i aint goin out,(nope)homie im squeezin at you first,let off shots and leave you in a hurse

    [chorus:]
    Now all my real niggas pop it off
    Shoot em until his top come off
    I'm gettin money so, i gotta floss
    Cause im the boss
    When i come out, the thugs come out
    Stomp him out, till the blood come out
    He frontin, let a slug come out
    I'll show you what a thug about

    [40 cal.:]
    Yea
    All my real niggas pop at ya
    40 and a-mafia
    We gettin money ho, we popular
    It get impossible to body ya
    Photographers is watchin ya
    My whole block hotter then somalia
    40 shoot the hollow points
    Hope your vest titanium
    They dont want you in new york
    Like the west side stadium
    Schemin on your money, like a bedstuy
    Atm
    You beefin at 7, you dead by 8 p.m.
    Internet chatroom thug
    Niggas thinkin they wolves
    But your heart pumpin racoon blood
    But im rollin with them baboons cuz
    Where we call it brain wash
    Shoot your brains in the bathroom tub
    I'll bring them crumb snatchers out
    For a lump cash amount
    We ride up cornerstore, got a dutchmaster drought
    I'll make funkmaster shout
    Its gonna be problems
    Call me game, you'll be my new son up in harlem
    Where we hustle fam, more bags than a luggage man,
    Like box braids, keep my knots up in rubberbands
    My wrist spring bling, my chain summer jam
    You should see the hummer fam
    The rims do the runnin man (damn)

    [40 cal.:]
    All my real niggas pop at ya
    40 and a-mafia
    We gettin money ho, we popular
    It get impossible to body ya
    Photographers is watchin ya
    My whole block hotter then somalia

    [a-mafia:]
    Now all my real niggas pop it off
    Shoot em until his top come off
    I'm gettin money so, i gotta floss
    Cause im the boss
    When i come out, the thugs come out
    Stomp him out, till the blood come out
    He frontin, let a slug come out
    I'll show you what a thug about

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