THE GATES

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Welcome to the gates my homie tweaking off a L
Welcome to the gates my homie tweaking off a L
Welcome to the gates my homie tweaking off a L
And I'm with your bitch now make her up my shit
Drop my shit we up that six and we gone blitz

Aye
We gone shoot and kill the one thing we won't do is tell
Welcome to the game my homie tweaking off that L
I ain't keeping score if I had to guess I'd say like 7
Heard yo mans tried to skip that town I guess he moved to heaven
He tryna be like everybody but he can't be like me
I know a bitch who hate that red it's the last thing she gone see
First time off molly I was looking like a Junkie
He tried to dodge that shot but he couldn't move cause he too clunky
Yoppa on my waist you know that shit be giving me hugs
Rest in peace to my lil man ever since I ain't touching no drug
Zay just hit my phone and you know he be talking bout plugs
We like f*ck a wood cause we put opps inside that mud
Y'all ain't fuckin gang, boy y'all like magnets to these slugs
Fucking with the stacks, you better not think you fuckin with scrubs
We got glocks up in his face if he think he a thug
I got love for no g's but I got love for a couple of -

Aye
If you sayin it's smoke with one of my man's then bitch it's up with me too
With all them shots yo homie caught I would of thought he see through
It's a brand new opp I heard just dropped so bitch we smoking him to
And my bro buggin around this cop I think he tryna be CBLU
Aye, Aye, Grown men don't go missing who tryna tell him I thought he would know
Big pack of that loud I smoke so good I smoke that O
Gotta keep that shit on me cause they wanna take my glow
These hos think they safe the last ho ain't get low got blowed

Two hoes in the back I get my lil ho straight to murk em
Baby in the back you best thank god that we ain't hurt him
Posted on no block I tell that junkie send that Zelle
Think yo mans in heaven? way he died he probably in hell (probably in hell)
Folks gon' fry that pig cause he can't snitch and won't do jail (never do jail)
Couldn't sell no dope cause i'm gon' smoke everything I sell
Bitch i'm off that loud get in that room and you could smell
Would've thought they hit his legs if you saw how he fell
New pack in the air
I'm smoking dope and dope and dope
Headshot to his homie even his momma losing hope
Better pick that face up open casket? probably nope (nah)
He like "have you seen my man's?" last time was though that scope
You was screaming "free my gang" but gang came home to nothing
Heard he claimed that way so you can say he died for something
All the sudden he think that he safe because he buzzing
New opp in my wood it's yo dead homie I puffing

Same porch y'all was jumping off the same one that got shot
Ran up in his crib, that pussy sleep, that boy got got (boy got got)
Bae said that she worried it's okay I keep my chop
Make her think i'm drizzy by the way i'm stacking 6
Momma told me f*ck the cops, boy you bet not snitch
First time in the trap yeah I threw up, couldn't stand the stench
Can't go like no dummy, I ain't dying for no block
And F*ck the og but my og told me keep that chopped

You probably thought you the one
Next thing you know that ho was fuckin on me
One of my brothers had dreams of hooping
Now my brother just shooting for me
I got a burner that shit hold a hundred
That's shit wasn't cheap
Nah that shit wasn't cheap
But it going for free

Yo bitch like my twin cause we go hand in hand
Hand in hand
Yuh we go in hand in hand
And every time i'm in it she say i'm the man
I'm the man
Yuh we go hand in hand

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