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Put Down Gang You know what the fuck going on What else? (Ayy, who made it? Milan made it, bitch) Home-made, red bottoms, I be stomping niggas out Hanging out the roof, spinning Hit him then it's time to switch the route Shut your fucking mouth 'fore I blow this forty at your skull Might kick door your house And have your momma crying, moving out I'm that nigga now, pulling triggers Smoking niggas, ain't no Swishers now Bitch, I got you figured out Put his blood on the wall, tryna come repaint your house He inside, we [?] it out Straight red beams, he breaking out Nigga, why try diss songs? Let me take it out You wanna beef with me? You gotta have at least the same amount in your bank account Niggas weed, let me break 'em down Ain't no Swishers or [?] anytime I bring the gang around Bust Down Gang I spent on my chain what you just spent to relocate And foenem still can get you baked, uh Letras de cancionesI make what you make in thirteen months in thirteen days Pick him off, I get you paid, niggas [?], ayy, ayy Bitch ass niggas Why the fuck y'all keep playing with me, man? Nigga, you ain't shot a good video in like, three years Weak ass bitch Get your bread up Home-made, red bottoms, I be stomping niggas out Hanging out the roof, spinning Hit him then it's time to switch the route Shut your fucking mouth 'fore I blow this forty at your skull Might kick door your house And have your momma crying, moving out [?], I do this bitch so motherfucking doggy Out here, bitches will give your drop I'm about to spin they shit with thirties It's me and [?] like, I get him gone early We want the dawg, he gone, ayy, that's why I'm murking Listen, I don't miss my straps, I gon' get you clapped Hollows tips gon' snatch you, begging like some crack This ain't on X's but I ain't miss 'cause of that Getting them whacked, fresh, about to trap [?] you be tweaking, we don't tolerate it [?] Brother snitching, we heard, yeah, collaborating Lean back with the four fifty, I gotta shot [?] We all black but we is not the Raiders Pills yellow, drink purple, we is not the Lakers Drinking straight like I ain't got no [?] Tell your bitch get the fuck out my face, I'm not gon' chase her These niggas bitches, they be hoes I practice to stomping on y'all necks When kicking down y'all niggas door And y'all broke, y'all be wearing the same clothes Don't get caught slipping, better stay on y'all ten toes, ayy, ayy Bitch ass nigga, I ain't done Finna get on foenem mess, look You a goofy, you [?] as hell And you pussy, ayy What y'all gon' do with that lil' deuce-deuce? You know I been toting forties and I been a loose screw I'm a dog and I'm the shit, I'm Scooby-Doo-Doo And don't nobody know you, bitch, they like, "Who you?" Ayy, uh, look me up on YouTube I heard you dropped the diss and it got like two views Look at lil' dude, he ugly than a bitch And he ain't gon' get no bitches On foenem grave Home-made, red bottoms, I be stomping niggas out FHanging out the roof, spinning Hit him then it's time to switch the route Shut your fucking mouth 'fore I blow this forty at your skull Might kick door your house And have your momma crying, moving out From Letras Mania