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Ah, woo I know they cheated on me Look (Great John on the beat by the way) I know they cheat on a nigga Look, turn the lights on (That's shooter gang) Shooter gang in the buildin', huh (Shooter, shooter, that's shooter gang) A hunnid straps, how you feelin'? (Shooter gang, gang, gang, gang) We came to, woah, we came to, uh, look (That's shooter gang, shooter, shooter, that's shooter gang) 'Cause we came to send this bitch up (Shooter gang, gang, gang, gang) It's me, Sheff G, I'm the realest, it's fuck how you feelin', nigga It's me, Sheff G, keep your distance, the gang ain't too friendly, nigga Can't breathе (Huh), bitches flockin', can't wait 'til they meet a nigga, huh, look Shawty wildin', she know how to trеat a nigga They lovin' my style, they see me and they get to Wild 'n Out, huh, huh They never loved me then, I got rich and they love me now, huh Anybody wanna get it, fuck that (Ah, woo) You get hit, you standin' with it I got thirty rounds for any nigga, huh You ain't get it, why you been in the streets? (Why you been in the streets?) Look, get to the money, man, you know that I gotta get to the breesh (Breesh) We eat good (Good), feast (Feast) Get to the money, man, you know that I gotta get to the breesh (Breesh) Huh, and we eat good (Way too hard) She gon' dance, make it bounce, with no hands Letras de cancionesShe get litty, huh, Winner's Circle in yo' city, huh Get to sprayin', no graffiti, huh (Ayy, ayy, huh) Look, count all your blessings, huh, look Gang with me, huh, got all the weapons Racin' forward, push on the gas like I'm racin' forward, ayy, ayy Racin' forward, push on the gas like I'm racin' forward (Ayy, ayy) I got the bag, I was waitin' on it, uh, uh, waitin' for it I got the bag, I was waitin' for it These niggas mad, waitin' on it Tell them niggas Turn the lights on (That's shooter gang) Shooter gang in the buildin', yeah (Shooter, shooter, that's shooter gang) A hunnid straps, how you feelin'? (Shooter gang, gang, gang, gang) We came to, uh, we came to, uh, look (That's shooter gang, shooter, shooter, that's shooter gang) 'Cause we came to send this bitch up (Shooter gang, gang, gang, gang) It's me, Sheff G, I'm the realest, it's fuck how you feelin', nigga It's me, Sheff G, keep your distance, the gang ain't too friendly, nigga Can't breathe (Yeah), bitches flockin', can't wait 'til they meet a nigga, huh, look Shawty wildin', she know how to treat a nigga She know how to treat a nigga She know how to treat a nigga From Letras Mania