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Punk ass motherfuckers Sit down and think Just cause we got the same name Dont mean we the fucking same (same) Skinny limpy and a fucking lame (lame) Talking like you can touch me Bitch sit down im claiming my fame Hear my name out Im pressed and i'm pulling out (what) My gun shoots straight Remember your last chick Who don't like dick now Imagine turning a girl lesbian (lesbian) Thats rank as f*ck Please don't talk on my name You bitch ass cunt And so with the ranga shit Lily moonface and a fat prick (fatty) That's a weird roster Hold that sit down with a negative (kd) Bitch adopted like a foster Fella dead, my dawg still popped ya Too much of a bitch of a bitch To say anything, online chatter It gets different cause now There's a whole track about ya Damn, damn, damn Give em what they want You couldn't wit that 3 inch gun Same bitch zoe i might pitch a nun Couldn't imagine what she think Oh wait i do, eww this guy likes me Then i must be ugly Pull out and hang myself like Ella's bestie (dead, dead), damn It's the Northside Gangers pulled high (high, high) Bitch anyone north high (who?) I love everyone who bang our set Its everyone plus i (do) Keep around pull hair And shank eyes Give us a reason and we run wise Bitch hang around Hang around Hang around bitch (hang) Gang protects quick And pulls in peace In hateful eyes (eyes) No lies, just peaceful guys Cross us and get gouged in pie (pie) Drop dead in lot (with what), with dead crimes It's the Northside Gangers pulled high (high, high) Bitch anyone north high (who?) I love everyone who bang our set Its everyone plus i (do) Keep around pull hair And shank eyes Give us a reason and we run wise Bitch hang around Hang around Hang around bitch (hang) Gang protects quick And pulls in peace In hateful eyes (eyes) No lies, just peaceful guys Cross us and get gouged in pie (pie) Drop dead in lot (with what), with dead crimes Best battle, in the game Anyone cross my name Put on a hit list You bad let me hit this How many girls he tried to go for Atleast 3, everyone said f*ck off Shit, bad record Hold dat, pussy ass Even bugs tryna get a lick Just its off a kid (damn, DAMN) Am i bit too crude Maybe a bit too rude Come on then come hit me I'll get about a thousand guys, get busy I ain't calling you gay But i know you been sucking dick too much In our group, two came and said f*ck this guy His shit annoying, taking my shit he aint pulled in How the f*ck he in our group, yall lying (lying) I even got my girl to say your a bitch ass punk So what the f*ck, quit yo crying (damn) I know you get pressed over the banter (what?) Now it's different, dont forget forever People watching yo back bet I say my word they cut yo neck Mob tied, hanging from his neck Three people watching they death Hold it, lick it, now your gay what the f*ck now f*ck him You already do, how many things you take from him First you take his personality Then you go and grab his things After that you'll change friends And chase they ex (what?) Weirdo f*ck you, thats dex I aint like him, talk too much online I'll send pics, after all that (what) They alarm sound, send pigs Drug money all they dig Keeping they mouth open Just for a closeted gay dick Im talking about any ranga Soul, that shit just don't exist Lil bro'd some pussy Jaden, remixed on some shit (You wanna be Gangsta or something? You are a walking joke, your sunnies and beanie are pussy)

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