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Ay, Major, I don't want no autotune Fuck all that You know, gang gang shit We gone slide through, like a drive-thru Put a beam on a chopper, I'm gone blind you You gone think you book the fuck up, we gone find you Ain't heard "doo-doo" in a while, let me remind you We don't play no games, we don't say no names We don't entertain We gone pull up where the fuck you hang Let them bullets rang On Tooka grave, they play with a Tooka name Tell them shooters gang We Tooka gang, AKA the Ruger gang The Rugers bang Don't talk to me; I don't wanna talk to y'all Shooters be outside your house, like they stalkin' y'all Ay, heard he not tryna use his head the right way We gone chop it off I heard he said he gone do something to me Tell him knock it off (Duck are you worried about these fuckin' rap niggas?) Not at all Tryna fight with me and Mac, only gone get shots involved Letras de cancionesBitch, I got a lot of shells, don't care if it's a lot of y'all And them niggas don't want smoke with us Fuck this road talk We gone slide through, like a drive-thru Put a beam on a chopper, I'm gone blind you You gone think you book the fuck up, we gone find you Ain't heard "doo-doo" in a while, let me remind you We don't play no games, we don't say no names We don't entertain We gone pull up where the fuck you hang Let them bullets rang On Tooka grave, they play with Tooka name Tell them shooters gang We Tooka gang, AKA the Ruger gang The Rugers bang You not talkin' money, fuck you talkin' for Ay, I got my shit on me, fuck i'm boxin' for I could hire any bitch, the fuck i'm stalkin' for I got foreigns back to back, the fuck i'm walkin' for Pop a midi midi midi, now I'm geeked the fuck up Nigga play with us, he gettin' beat the fuck up Ay, take her to the track and make her eat the fuck up Ay, get your ass killed tryna tweet with us We gone slide through, like a drive-thru Put a beam on a chopper, I'm gone blind you You gone think you book the fuck up, we gone find you Ain't heard "doo-doo" in a while, let me remind you We don't play no games, we don't say no names We don't entertain We gone pull up where the fuck you hang Let them bullets rang On Tooka grave, they play with a Tooka name Tell them shooters gang We Tooka gang, AKA the Ruger gang The Rugers bang Don't talk to me; I don't wanna talk to y'all Shooters be outside your house, like they stalkin' y'all Ay, heard he not tryna use his head the right way We gone chop it off I heard he said he gone do something to me Tell him knock it off We gone slide through, like a drive-thru Put a beam on a chopper, we gone blind you You gone think you put the fuck up, we gone find you Ain't heard "doo-doo" in a while, let me remind you From Letras Mania