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This that gang shit pop out gang bitch This that gang shit stomp yo' brain shit This that gang shit pop yo' man broad day shit This that gang shit gang shit gang shit What you know about this tatted cross 'round my wrist They talk down on my dick open wide drink my piss I walk 'round with my clique check our tags bitch we slitt' I don't know what y'all niggas on but I wouldn't call that a fit Face good staying clean no dawn and these grills smell like mint You could go right my wrong's but a bitch can't tell me shit Tell metro I'm a new villain got these guns pointed to the ceiling Thank my god that I'm winning eighteen baddies' just like krillin' Luci' tell me you willing fur' 'causing my damn drilling I'm losing my damn mind 'cause they just keep on winning Playing with my damn soul I won't do no more killing I won't do no more killing F*ck y'all niggas in y'all feelings Yeah' f*ck ya' feelings yeah' f*ck ya' feelings yeah' f*ck ya' feelings yeah' f*ck ya' feelings What you know about this tatted cross 'round my wrist They talk down on my dick open wide drink my piss I walk 'round with my clique check our tags bitch we slitt' I don't know what y'all niggas on but I wouldn't call that a fit Face good staying clean no dawn and these grills smell like mint You could go right my wrong's but a bitch can't tell me shit You can't control MTHREE'