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G-Maino They gon' hate me if I say this Matter of fact, they gon' hate you if you play this Run this shit back, put this shit up on your playlist If a young nigga stand on his money, then he 8"6 Can't believe that nigga made it, Ice JJ-Fish If a nigga keep on cappin', let the Drac spit money Boy, big B on that ape shit Lot of niggas funny, we get to the money on that same shit This a brand new block with the same grip On a brand new block with some brand new gear Hit him with that chop, now he can't steer We been catchin' bodies, you won't make it into next year We done fell off bad, now it's gang year Try to run up in his spot, won't make it back He shouldn't have came here 7-6-2, hit your car, it look like a deer Nah, nigga, eating real good, I'm shaped like a bear They gon' hate me if I say this They gon' be like, Mainski boy, why you make this I should make lot of you niggas pay for this Touch a lot of money, I was made for this Lot of niggas bitches I don't gotta diss They say I'm hard on this, I got a lot of this If you really like this song, I got a lot of shit And while you worry about the guys, we got a lot of sticks Why you worry about Lil Mainski, I be robbin' shit And I really got some young niggas That be tryin' to pop shit Postin' on the opp shit I could walk up in the store right now and buy a mop stick And you in off the block Why you tryna come around, bitch They gon' hate me if I say what the f*ck I wanna say High speed on the Jakes, I bet I'ma get away And I'm all about my chips, Frito-Lay Run down with that stick, I bet he won't get away And the percy makin' niggas shake I'm gaining weight They say Mainski got fat, I been eatin' steak I probably been pushing weight Look at all this cake When it comes to the six, I feel like the great Damn, look at that nigga face He thought that I was broke, but he ain't even ate Cold as hell, he need a coat Look at that nigga shake Have you ever seen a hollow tip make a boy do the Harlem Shake That nigga look like he stressin', need a break Parked the car behind the block, we grab the sticks I swear to God, we jumped the gate Can't believe them niggas got away But we gon' find a way I put that on my life, he gon' die today Should've never dropped the rakes Niggas pull up on our block, then they hit the brakes And we know the real y'all, but you niggas fake They keep sayin' we the opps, like we be with taye And we a bend a nigga block, Brody lead the way And Broski, you can grab the Glock, cause I need the K Brody say he got the lean shit, I need the eight