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Let's roll, we all got the drop Hit up his block with the f and n chop Switch out the glock with the f and n chop Don't wait for no time, we gon' beat up the Clock We got the za on the block Yup, he makin' diss, but got ran out his socks And he got bucked for his glock Yeah, ho, we all on the block Yeah, ho, we beat off the clock Go make a song, how your brother got shot Cwalls Gang stepping You know yo gang not ' one hundred some shots, we gon' flip the whole Car Bra making post, don't get popped like A bar He ain't no slime, you lien to them Can't say they my gang ain't got no slime with him I don't want him talk, let the kill tick, hit him Hit him in the face and then split him, get him Lay back, step, bitch, I shoot with a real one F*ck the opps crazy I never ever feel em F*ck the opps crazy anytime I'ma kill him Smoking straight za we ain't smoking no bad bitch F*ck Montreal, And it's F*ck Csavage This my cousin, but he still gotta have it This my cousin, but he still gotta get it Hop out, gang, we ain't doin' no missing I'ma pull up off the rip, no dissing We can only f*ck, I ain't doin' no kissing I don't play whole crowd, I'ma switch it Switching whole party, I ain't leavin' no witness I remember that night, but I ain't speaking no business Go ask Bra , he the one that be snitchin These niggas was nice as hell just a year ago But now that ain't turn to some killers how got smoke in your lungs, and toating that gun Hell nah, I don't feel it You bet not mention my name in none of your songs I'm the type to call me kill ya My niggas stepping, they hop out with choppers And bombs Wrong move, they a drill ya In the schoolhouse, you a rapper to me Say you gon' kill me, bro, why you capping to me I'm on the block with the Glock in my jeans If you run up on me, you be hitting your teeth These niggas ain't spinning ' like they say they be I don't care, I wouldn't not wanna go be Catch a shot to the face if you from seventh Street drop me a rake no nigga touch me DGK We tha real drop gang F*ck your son, nigga, f*ck your gang Switch tha whole car like he spinned ina rain Bullets gon' fly, tryna hit him in the brine