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Gang Gang (Gang, gang), gang Oh my God, what it this? An L beat Chase him down, glah (Come here) He on the ground, get up (Get up) Hand me his mask, hit up (They hit up) His ass can't get up, mhm (Frrah, frrah) If he lands, pick him up, tell 'em, "Go dig him up", mhm (Tell 'em, "Go dig him up) Now he a dead homie, fuck all of your dead homies (Fuck all of your dead homies), mhm It was messy on the scene, we left his ass with red on 'em (Red on 'em) Pull up on 'em, bail out on 'em Full swings (Come here), we ain't sparin' no nigga (Grrah, frrah) Smoke his ass, a bold bitch (Bold bitch) Get up closе in person with this gen five (Mhm), four nickеl (Mhm, grrah) Ayy, fifteen shot my first Blick, next week put on six capes (No cap) Used to be drillin', now I'm rich They still spinnin', shall drench Stuck in the trenches, I was lit Nigga ask Jay P and Mick And I have to come do 'em legit (No bap) Still gotta move with a stick (No bap) He don't know what to do with the switch (Brrt) Got to send more than two on the blitz (Phew) Yeah, my gang get wicked, the sickest Letras de cancionesWe don't leave no niggas with sticthes Used to stay on the opps, I was viscous Saw my momma, you niggas bitches I still be in the 'Raq taking pictures So a lot of you lil' niggas bitches, pussy Finish missions, got exited Free Lil' Inch, gotta fight it Making statements, niggas writing She gettin' fishy, I don't like it Four-nick like some lightning Catch a Vick, this bitch a strike 'em It did so much shit as strikers Pretty clique, don't indicted (Shh) Chase him down (Come here), glah He on the ground (Get up), get up (Get up) Hand me his mask (They hit up), hit up His ass can't get up (Frrah, frrah), mhm If he lands, pick him up, tell 'em, "Go dig him up", mhm (Tell 'em, "Go dig him up) Now he a dead homie, fuck all of your dead homies (Fuck all of your dead homies) Chase him down, glah (Glah) He on the ground, get up (Get up) Hand me his mask, hit up (Hit up) His ass can't get up, mhm If he lands, pick him up, tell 'em, "Go dig him up", mhm (Dig him up) Now he a dead homie (Dead homies), fuck all of your dead homies (All of your dead homies), mhm Bud Light in that Benz (That Benz) with that drum on me (Drum) This yo' days, don't hit the floor, you better not run from me (Frrah, frrah) Catch up, I'ma stand over yo' ass (I'ma stand over yo' ass) Fuck them cameras, you know I got mask (You know I got mask) It's on the news, his ass got blast four times in the face, I'm knowin' he fried (Glah), nigga Ayy, light the room, pick on Facebook, got yo' face took Aim (Aim), when I stunt at them niggas (Nigga) I rob, they know how I rock (Nigga), so they shook (They shook) All my opps dyin', when it comes to bodies, you know how they look (You know how they look) I been disrespecting all my opps so much that I got my page took (Fuck 'em) We can't catch 'em, killers brothers Fonem died, they mommas cryin' Fuck it (Huh?), we make yo' momma suffer (Make yo' momma suffer) Nigga, we breed killers, I can make Obama tuff (Obama tuff) Really from the mud, learned from my mommas brothers (Learned from my mommas brothers) Catch a body next day, don't think nothin' of it (Don't think nothin' of it, glah, glah, glah, glah) Chase him down (Come here), glah He on the ground (Get up), get up (Get up) Hand me his mask (They hit up), hit up His ass can't get up (Frrah, frrah), mhm If he lands, pick him up, tell 'em, "Go dig him up", mhm (Tell 'em, "Go dig him up) Now he a dead homie, fuck all of your dead homies (Fuck all of your dead homies) It was messy on the scene, we left his ass with red on 'em (Red on 'em) Pull up on 'em, bail out on 'em (Come here) Full swings (Come here), we ain't sparin' no nigga (Grrah, frrah) Smoke his ass, a bold bitch (Bold bitch) Get up close in person with this gen five (Mhm), four nickel (Mhm, grrah, nigga) From Letras Mania