Hoffa
Lil Rango & Leekflexin
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Hollon lemme show you that I'm like that Step in the building all the white women look back Ran off wit' his shit, he can't get it back Had to start rapping 'cause you niggas whack Step in the function get ugly Babygirl tell ya man quit muggin' Ain't tryna do no discussing Tell him come see me outside of the club and We can let shit pop off Slide wit' a choppa, nah slide wit' a sawed-off Somebody went missing, he's a goner Cut on the TV, it's another Jimmy Hoffa Aye, 50-round drum in a tiddy you know I'm gon' hawk em B.O.L.O. gon' hop out that bitch you can't stop him Know Leeky stay wit' me, know Leeky got problems Slide with a stick Imma solve 'em We do not carry revolvers On gang that hot shit make yo' body slump over I got the drop we gon' go I got yo' hoe and you don't even know She gave me top in the Beamer, on bro We locked in, up at the stu' smoking dro Top 10 flow on me, nigga I know On gang 'nem, pop a Xan movin slow Foe 'nem stay gripping that motherfucking pole If you run up on me, bitch, I'll motherfucking blow Make his momma cry, and his daddy and hoe Bitch I sip lean, Imma pour me some more Lied to my P.O. pussy nigga ain't know Said I didn't do crimes but I do on the low Know a couple niggas that'll play with they nose Nevermind that, boy they'll kill ya fasho Zero jump up out the cut, he'll do it Polo Do the time, back out, now he ready for more Smokin on the Za pack Teacher seen me told me stop that B.O.L.O. got it cocked back Claiming that you like that but you not that And you knowing wassup Rango on the wheel and we bending the cut I'm itching for to up, wish you niggas good luck Choppa choke his ass out 'cause his chin he ain't tuck Money chasing shit boy we racing for bucks I'll stomp a nigga out, bloody CDG chucks Turn that down some, mom I'm tryna have fun Found the stash, now son tell me where the f*ck the gun Bitch, I bail out the back and start bussin', boy run Foe 'nem he bending the corner and he got his gun He finna go spray F*ck out my face, don't slide through the 8 Big body HEMI, I'll do the race from the jakes I'll put them bitches on skates Bitch, I'm wit' Leeky we never use brakes Sit back, relax, and count-up the cake, on gang This that hot shit Make me go spin yo' block with that mopstick, .40 cal It got a cock, bitch On gang, you know how we rock bitch, in the stu Cooking that hot shit On the Ave. I'm back on my block shit .40 cal and I stuff it with hot clips And it's f*ck all the opps 'cause they not shit Hollon lemme show you that I'm like that Step in the building all the white women look back Ran off wit' his shit, he can't get it back Had to start rapping 'cause you niggas whack Step in the function get ugly Babygirl tell ya man quit muggin' Ain't tryna do no discussing Tell him come see me outside of the club and We can let shit pop off Slide wit' a choppa, nah slide wit' a sawed-off Somebody went missing, he's a goner Cut on the TV, it's another Jimmy Hoffa
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Written by: Jonathan Mendez, Mustafa Elmaraghy
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