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Long (I'm on that bullshit) Longway, Longway Guillotine, what it do, nigga? Fuck nigga shit In Tune, what it do, nigga? Longway Longway, bitch Lookin' to the left and my left wrist flooded Lookin' to the right and your whole clique dirty Tryna start a fight and my whole clique thuggin' Shoot 'em up, bang bang, shoot 'em, bang Whole clique gangbang, throwin' up the same thing Shoot 'em up, bang bang, shoot 'em, bang Hundred-fifty for a chain, youngin thirsty for a stain Shoot 'em up, bang bang, shoot 'em, bang Dark black Cartiers like I'm Johnny Cage (Longway Johnny Cage) Thuggin' in the mosh-pit, all we do is rage Chopper got some dumb kick, spray 'em like some Raid Pocket look like phonebook, blue, yellow page Diamonds look like lasers when I'm jumpin' on the stage (HD) I was super faded when I interviewed with Fader (Hella geeked) Got some lightning babies, all they need is jumper cables Trap nominated, I was sellin' bales of sage (Trap, trap) Lookin' to my right, I see a clique full of fugazi (Fufu ass niggas) Rock pasta, I sell a brick in Palm Angels Letras de cancionesTop shotta, Wayne Wayne Know some thirsty niggas, they go gremlin for your chain When we bite, bitch, we put venom in your vein I got homies in the chain gang, say sinnin' ain't a thing Once you spin it one time, better spin it once again Got the Glock-45 with the fifty on the end In the '63 coupe with the stick inside the Benz That's a hundred more shots, call forensic in this bitch When it's fresh up out the doc, them bricks like dentals in this bitch I been known my face good, I use credentials on the shit I'm a trapper turned rapper and I used to hit licks When I'm goin' for the sack, I'ma use the hit stick When I'm thuggin' with the MAC, I trick-or-treat like Bushwick I make slaps just like I'm Fabo, wake up on that bullshit Longway, bitch Lookin' to the left and my left wrist flooded Lookin' to the right and your whole clique dirty Tryna start a fight and my whole clique thuggin' Shoot 'em up, bang bang, shoot 'em, bang Whole clique gangbang, throwin' up the same thing Shoot 'em up, bang bang, shoot 'em, bang Hundred-fifty for a chain, youngin thirsty for a stain Shoot 'em up, bang bang, shoot 'em, bang All I do is gangbang, bloods 'round me Nigga play with slime, leave him bloody in the street I don't do that talkin' when it come to the beef You know I'm from the East Side, I'm so PDE I pull up on them niggas, catch 'em on the front street Catch your ass while you eatin', then I shoot through your teeth I ain't with that talkin', need to hush your mouth Have them gangsters pull up, shoot your mama house up Y'all niggas talkin', y'all be doin' a lot of that Doin' a lot of that, I know y'all niggas really rats Pull up in the 'Cat, you know a cat gon' eat a rat (Yeah) All that snitchin' shit, you know we puttin' an end to that (You know that) That tough shit, you know we get rid of that You were real gangster like a minute ago Pulled up on you, you ain't gangster no more Now you wanna be friendly, but we shootin' at your door, huh Anyway, that the end of that Pull up where them niggas at, they don't want none of that All that kickback shit, we shootin' up all of that They must ain't told you, man, you beefin' with a grown man I don't play, dawg, shit get real Call of Duty guns when I'm in the field And I paid niggas, pull up just to kill Hah, ayy, I got money nigga (I got it) Lookin' to the left and my left wrist flooded Lookin' to the right and your whole clique dirty Tryna start a fight and my whole clique thuggin' Shoot 'em up, bang bang, shoot 'em, bang Whole clique gangbang, throwin' up the same thing Shoot 'em up, bang bang, shoot 'em, bang Hundred-fifty for a chain, youngin thirsty for a stain Shoot 'em up, bang bang, shoot 'em, bang From Letras Mania