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    Through the cut, with Pabb, we gon' bang on 'em
    Leeky in the backseat with that chopper, we gon' swang on 'em
    And all my drawers be Ralph Lauren
    Twenty-three shots to his car, Michael Jordan
    Brrt, bah bah bah
    Mmh, mmh, mmh
    This be the fast nigga, gang
    My gang or no gang, yeah
    Tell me what's the problem, we can handle that
    Hit up Pabb or Leeky and I guarantee they cancel that
    Hah, I guarantee they cancel that
    Quando Rondo nigga

    Leeky told me if you love your nigga love him to the fullest
    Don't put your trust up in these bitches, put 'em in the bullets
    I told my brother Light that this that life before fame
    I could do a hundred years and I still won't change
    These other niggas in the streets, they just tryna make a name
    He don't want that beef with me 'cause I'ma hit him with the flames
    Murder on my mind, he must not heard my last song
    I was locked up in that cell, Re had twenty-three a song
    He ain't 'bout that lifestyle that he puttin' in them songs
    I'm ridin' for my niggas, I told 'em that's right or wrong
    Ray Bans, this shit just don't seem right
    All my niggas chase bands, we uppin' at the green light

    Tell me what it be and we gon' slide on 'em
    Hop out on that street and put that fire on 'em
    We gon' ride on 'em, nigga we gon' slide on 'em
    Leeky in the backseat and he got that big four-five on him

    Quit all that flexin', nigga know he ain't with it
    Catch his ass down bad, I send one to his fitted
    Nigga ABG, anybody can get it
    Nigga ABG, anybody can get it, yeah
    Quit all that flexin', nigga know he ain't ridin'
    Nigga say he in the streets but I know that he lyin'
    Glock-21, I'ma up seventeen times
    Glock-21, I'ma up seventeen times, yeah

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    I made it off my block, I feel I graduated
    I just got a pistol for Christmas, but don't get decorated
    Never sober, always faded, feelin' that I'm overrated
    Mama told me just like this, you know you were born to be hated
    Instagram thuggin', that's gon' make me pull up
    Hollow tips filled to the tip, yeah my clip filled up
    Pressure hit, I'ma roll this kush up
    Sixty gang crip and I'ma throw that neighborhood up, yeah
    He say got them bands, well we got them racks too
    Thirty in my glizzy, my clip longer than a Shaq shoe
    You exposed 'cause your bro, he a rat too
    If I swang your avenue I'ma slide cross them tracks too

    Tell me what it be and we gon' slide on 'em
    Hop out on that street and put that fire on 'em
    We gon' ride on 'em, nigga we gon' slide on 'em
    Leeky in the backseat and he got that big four five on him

    Stop all that flexin', nigga know he ain't with it
    Catch his ass down bad, I send one to his fitted
    Nigga ABG, anybody can get it
    Nigga ABG, anybody can get it, yeah
    Stop all that flexin', nigga know he ain't ridin'
    Nigga say he in the streets but I know that he lyin'
    Glock-21, I'ma up seventeen times
    Glock-21, I'ma up seventeen times, yeah

    Yop another bean, I'm finna crash out
    I'ma sip this lean until it make a nigga pass out
    Internet thuggin' ain't gon' do shit but make me spazz out
    I can get your gang gang gone if we cash out
    My whole campaign strong like a bag of loud
    Once that beef on, pussy nigga ain't no backin' out
    On your street, we gon' creep with that ratchet out
    On your street, we gon' creep with that ratchet out
    One in the head, leave you dead by the stop sign
    Pop out the window with extendos then this Glock nine
    High speed chase, runnin' from two different cars
    Beefin' with two different sides, swangin' on two different blocks
    Aimin' at two different guys, uppin' with two different Glocks
    Bitch I'm uppin' with two different Glocks, yeah
    Bitch I'm uppin' with two different Glocks, grrah

    Stop all that flexin', nigga know he ain't with it
    Catch his ass down bad, I send one to his fitted
    Nigga ABG, anybody can get it
    Nigga ABG, anybody can get it, yeah
    Stop all that flexin', nigga know he ain't ridin'
    Nigga say he in the streets but I know that he lyin'
    Glock-21, I'ma up seventeen times
    Glock-21, I'ma up seventeen times, yeah

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    Composición: Quando Rondo y Mark Christopher Pickett

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