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Gang, bitch the f*ck?
(What's up, man? Come in) uh
Ayy, ayy

Ayy, for the record
I ain't finna front for the records (No)
This glizzy ain't just for protection
(Uh, huh)
Them bullets hit, blessing a blessing
Put him on a stretcher
We sendin' him off like a message
I bet he gon' feel my aggression
When I Smith & Wesson
If I think he makin' confessions
(He tellin', he rat)
And bitch, no, I can't even lie (No)
It's a G on the end of this fye (Bah)

Put a beam on the top of his eye
Make him fly like a plane
Put that bitch in the sky (He gone)
And I ain't finna talk about ties
'cause they all on my side
Yeah, they know how I rock (Crip)
And a bitch got a deal, but I signed
But I'm still independent, I move on my time
(Uh, huh)
When I spit, my shit hot like an iron
(It's hot)
Labels callin', they like how I rhyme
But they don't understand this shit
Came out the rocks
I need a mil' and that's
Straight off the top (Uh, huh)
I could run this shit up
Just by movin' the blocks
But I hopped on the beat for
The price of the drop (Come on)
Bro broke the law so he dipped from the cops
And he still on the bend
While he sendin' them shots
He tell Lil' 3 to go bust at the opps
He gon' spin like a fan or a wheel or a top
Come on (Come here)
Ready, lil' bitch, is you ready? (Yeah)
I got that Tommy like Keisha in Belly
I just got the drop, on the way to your telly
He gettin' attention, he
Singin' like Melly, What else?
My niggas, they strapped like a belt (Yeah)
He see the fye, then he freeze and he melt
He gon' close like a book
Put him up like a shelf (Uh, huh)
They come back like a hook just
To f*ck up his health

Ayy, for the record
I ain't finna front for the records (No)
This glizzy ain't just for protection
(Uh, huh)
Them bullets hit, blessing a blessing
Put him on a stretcher
We sendin' him off like a message
I bet he gon' feel my aggression
When I Smith & Wesson
If I think he makin' confessions
(He tellin', he rat)
And bitch, no, I can't even lie (No)
It's a G on the end of this fye (Bah)
Ayy, for the record
I ain't finna front for the records (No)
This glizzy ain't just for protection
(It ain't)
Them bullets hit, blessing a blessing
Put him on a stretcher
We sendin' him off like a message
I bet he gon' feel my aggression
When I Smith & Wesson
If I think he makin' confessions (Uh, huh)
And bitch, no, I can't even lie (Uh, uh)
It's a G on the end of this fye (Bah)

Gang, bitch the f*ck?
You already know what the f*ck goin' on
NSB, put 'em on a tee, that's on C-R-IP
Send them shots where you stay
A f*ck nigga gon' lay
Any rap nigga wanna play, on gang

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