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    Pow x5
    Lex
    Lex we in this bitch throwing gang sign, bang
    Brick x8
    Bricksquad bricksquad

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    Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
    We in this bitch throwin' gang signs, man!

    [Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
    B-L-Double O-D, right-side flag
    Nigga know me, I'm green flag
    Bitch, that's Grove Street
    Squeeze on my trigger till my gun Od
    Ride on my enemies, nigga just in to me
    Niggas ain't have or function like me
    Hundred grand chain, you ain't icey like me
    Rip to my nigga G-Baby
    Got a gun seat behind me like my name Jay-Z
    Can't no nigga play me
    Up [?] like some rabies
    Got the hood like Flock-crazy
    I'll paint your whole town red (Soo Woo)
    Make your little brother scream Soo Woo (Soo Woo)
    Make your little sister scream Soo Woo (Soo Woo)
    Me and Yg Hootie-Hoo (Boppin!)
    Frenchie, Juice, Man, Guc' (Ooh)
    Bet them boys gon' shoot (Bow! Bow! Bow!)
    Slim Dunk Cap and Kebo
    Gon' shoot for Freak 'em Free Throws
    Free my nigga T-Bone (T-Bone!)
    I punch a nigga like I'm D-Bo (Bow! Bow! Bow!)
    Waka Flocka Flame, pussy nigga what's banging? (Bow! Bow! Bow!)
    In the club throwing up signs, right hanging (Flocka!)

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    [Verse 2: Yg Hootie]
    Ride on my enemies, throw 'em off in the C
    Know a lot of niggas really dream about gettin' me
    Ride on with niggas with the West Side, though
    I ain't fucking with you if you acting all 50
    ? in Tennessee
    Keep me a mini choppa, flamed up
    Me and Flocka West Side
    My casa, I run
    My house, my turf like the?
    West side fucking with the Down South
    Red flags all at my shows
    Used to kill, now we all about dope
    Buy whips, put 'em all on fo's
    Still kill, but it's all about dope
    Get tricky, so play by the rules
    Look, homie?
    Flip that pack, still grind some mo'
    I love my hood and I love?
    I feed my hood with a spoon and fork
    Fuck with me, you gon' eat. Let's go!
    Go against me, I'mma slit your throat
    Get a rap check, buy weed, buy coke
    I make shit pop in the deuce and the?
    I'm the king around here, that's how shit go, nigga

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    [Verse 3: Slim Dunkin]
    Nigga, hold up, don't act like you know me
    Just cause you Blood don't make you my homie
    Fuck what you claiming, your clique probably phony
    Real mob shit, nigga you can call me Tony
    Nigga, I'm a shooter. Gon' get your ass shot
    Wak shoot for Guc', Dunk shoot for Flock
    Nigga I'mma bang roulette till?
    Wrong gang sign, nigga, palm that back
    Whole clique goons, don't know how to act
    ? got the Ruger, Ted got the mac
    Pussy nigga swung when I turned my back
    Hold on, Dj, bring that back
    Pussy nigga swung when I turned my back
    Shit, yeah, I told that nigga hold that
    Knocked out his front seat, his ass come back
    Don't check?
    Natural born shooter, I'm the club party pooper
    Yes, sir, I'm the Dunkin', but, nah, I ain't a Hooper
    Natural born shooter, I'm the club party pooper
    Yes, sir, I'm the Dunkin', but, nah, I ain't a Hooper

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