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Gang, gang, gang Gang, gang, gang Gang, gang, gang Gang, gang, gang Why you cappin' bout them bodies you ain't never did Slidin' sober don't need molly Imma buss 'em in his shit ARP, we gon' blast 'em through the tint .556 I don't play with dirty money, I be trappin' getting rich You know that Glock got a switch, we gon' leave 'em on the fence Heard yo pole got took then you cried like a bitch He better bring that money first cause I ain't fronting shit 223's and FNN's gotta drum on that blick Aye, OG in that backwood Imma hotbox the whip Walk 'em down he tried to run up on me but that nigga trip Chase a bag I gotta pack you know I make it flip This a AK like a beyblade the way it rip My Glock it got a grip, totin' extended clips Aye, we gon' chase 'em down bitch we gon' dump the stick You walkin' round with that hoe lookin' like an easy lick Drop a perc' in that dirty Fanta, Imma take a sip Aye, feel like Danny Phantom go ghost in that Phantom Rolls Royce with the stars I be flying like Santa Feel like Imma star when I walk out all cameras Niggas two-faced like Hannah Montana Why you cappin' bout them bodies you ain't never did Slidin' sober don't need molly Imma buss 'em in his shit ARP, we gon' blast 'em through the tint .556 I don't play with dirty money, I be trappin' getting rich You know that Glock got a switch, we gon' leave 'em on the fence Heard yo pole got took then you cried like a bitch He better bring that money first cause I ain't fronting shit 223's and FNN's gotta drum on that blick I tried to tell 'em how it is but they didn't wanna listen Diamond chains on my neck I love the way they glisten Snakes in the grass I can hear the way they hissin And the way that I be shooting they need to put me on the pistons Hit 'em with a headshot nigga good riddance I can't f*ck with niggas cause they ass be bitchin Niggas want my help but they didn't see my vision Headed to the top you know I'm always on that mission Gang, gang, gang Gang, gang, gang Gang, gang, gang Gang, gang, gang Why you cappin' bout them bodies you ain't never did Slidin' sober don't need molly Imma buss 'em in his shit ARP, we gon' blast 'em through the tint .556 I don't play with dirty money, I be trappin' getting rich You know that Glock got a switch, we gon' leave 'em on the fence Heard yo pole got took then you cried like a bitch He better bring that money first cause I ain't fronting shit 223's and FNN's gotta drum on that blick Gang, gang, gang Gang, gang, gang Gang, gang, gang Gang, gang, gang