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I gotta feed the streets
My pistol gon' bleed the streets
Ski mask on my face
Sometimes you gotta cheat
To stay ahead in this bitcha
Drank syrup like it's liquor
Street life'll have you catchin' up
To God quicker
Sticker, AK-40 to your liver
Let the chopper bang on you
Like a Blood or a Cripper
Flipper, so much bread, I'm a gymnast
Made so much money off of dummies
Off of dummies
I'm mister body catcher
Slaughter Gang soul snatcher
Ain't no regular F-150
This a fuckin' Raptor
No capper, street nigga, not a rapper
Chopper hit him
And he turned into a booty clapper
Smith and Wesson, I'm 4L Gang reppin'
We done baptized more niggas
Than a damn reverend
Kappa Alpha, me and my gang
We do all the steppin'
Who you checkin'
This FN shoot East to West End
I heard Papi outside
And he got the double-R droppy outside
Checked the weather
And it's gettin' real oppy outside
I'ma drop this shit
And have these pussies droppin'
Like some motherfuckin'
Type of nigga
That can't look me in the eyes
I despise
When I see you
Better put that fuckin' pride to the side
Many times, plenty times, I survived
Beef is live, spoiler alert
This nigga dies
Keep blickies, and you know the weed sticky
My finger itchy
The Glock like to leave hickeys
Your shooters iffy
A street punk could never diss me
I come straight up out the six
And we don't spare sixties
I fuck with her
And fuck with her, and her
I hit up err
And tell him do the err, for sure
Voodoo curse, it got him
While I flew to Turks
Know the dogs had to hit them
Where we knew it hurts
Gang shit, that's all I'm on
Gang shit, that's all I'm on
Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on
Gang shit, that's all I'm on
Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on
Gang shit, that's all I'm on
Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on
Gang shit, that's all I'm on
Let it bang, bang
Let it bang, bang
Til his brains hang and his mama sang
And the pastor sang and them bullets sang
And them choppers sang and the choir sang
I'm on everything
Jacob charged me four-fifty for a tennis chain
Us Open, had it on us
At the tennis game
Tell the coach don't take me out
I like to finish games
And my pen insane, and my men insane
There's like eighty of us now
That's the scary thing
Shit they doin' on that other side embarrassing
We in Paris with it
Hundred carats with it
All this shit is for my son
Cause he's inheritin' it
Gang
Gang shit, that's all I'm on
Gang shit, that's all I'm on
Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on
Gang shit, that's all I'm on
Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on
Gang shit, that's all I'm on
Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on
Gang shit, that's all I'm on, nigga