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Wake up, H-Dawg Wake up Wake up, H-Dawg Yeah Wake up Keep your circle tight (Uh-huh) Never turn on your brother for the next, never shine on your brother for the next Y'all shine together, that's loyalty You got it, the next man got it You hit, your partner hit Wanna make a family after the curse 21 Uh-huh (Real friend) (My real dog) Uh-huh (Real nigga, a real one) You see Nudy, you see Savage, yeah, that's gang, gang (21) Free my main man Bratt out the chain gang (Yeah, 21) Benz coupe got three letters on it (Three letters on it, AMG) Flexin' my ass, got this money on me (Stack it, bitch) I did good today, I bust a nigga in they shit Yeah, trigger finger crazy, every time I squeeze, I glitt I slide with two Glocks for you sissy-ass niggas Keep it ghost on who shot for you police-ass bitches You throw rocks, I throw bullets Draco dirty, it's a fully Letras de cancionesI wipe my hands with all this pussy shit and keep my distance, nigga Some of these niggas be actin' like hoes sometimes (Hoes sometimes, hoes sometimes) I just be kickin' back, watchin' niggas whine (Cryin'-ass bitch) And you know how, like, niggas just sit there, think they entitled to some shit Some shit that you earned off your blood, sweat, and tears I can't go for nothin' goofy, nigga grinded for this shit I'm a grown-ass man, I can't depend on no bitch They say that 'Lac cost two hundred (For you racin'-ass niggas) Hit the trap and do numbers (For my ex-drug dealers) You an opp, I'ma— pew I see cops, I'ma— shh (Yeah, quiet) Uh-huh Uh-huh (Zone 6, nigga) Uh-huh (Paradise) Uh-huh (Slime, yeah) Yes, sir, Slimeball, I'm so Zone 6 Damn, I can smell a pussy nigga, man, I love a lick Heard he got a hundred on his head, let that chopper spit Go back to the hood and kick it with me and my partner, nigga Know Osama was my favorite fuckin' chopper, nigga Put that shit on Big God, man, it popped a lot of niggas Man, I love when a nigga play hard, give me a reason to drop a nigga Drop that nigga Stop that nigga (Yeah) Pussy nigga Get your funds up and get your guns up (Get your guns up) Better not ride with it, boy, you'll bitch it up (You'll bitch it up) Better duck, nigga, gang pullin' up (Gang pullin' up) Big 4L, bitch, you know we fucked it up (You know we fucked it up) Terrorize the city, who gon' fuck with us? (Who gon' fuck with us?) Lot of money in it, you can't fuck with us (You can't fuck with us) Haha (Yeah) Ha (Yeah) Lot of money in this shit, bitch (Yeah, nigga) Yeah (Yeah, yeah) Lot of money in it, you can't fuck with us I was on some shit like, right If everybody rappin', who gon' shoot? You know what I'm sayin'? This nigga crazy You know what I'm sayin'? So, so— So I tried it at first 'til he was just like, "Bruh, they fuckin' with you, rap, bruh, like, rap" And you was like, "I like shootin' better" (The fuck you mean you don't know DJ Marc B?) From Letras Mania