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Gang, we gon' kick the door down and shoot all them niggas (Ayy, Hoop, where you at, nigga?) Pack, touchdown, watch the pack, touchdown I'm sellin' that dope at the mound, [?], gang Kick the door down, oh Hit the door all on the ground, huh Jump in that water, gon' drown, huh I'm servin' this shit by the pound, huh Glock 19 with the fifty round Don't say shit 'bout Draco 'Cause these niggas gon' tell Yo, I'm serving this brick out the scale, yo I'm standin' in the trap with the bell, yo I'm sendin' this shit through the mail Trap house boomin, got all white squares Young Draco, nigga, the trap of the year Lambo, Urus, switch to the— If I see twelve, then I jump out the whip If I got smoke with some niggas, I call my niggas, they land in yo' bushеs It's gang, we run in the city Walk that boy down with the choppa, lеt's eat If I see twelve out the door, then I jump out the window The Glock 19 came with an extendo Yo, fifty shot nigga rock out on yo' block Letras de cancionesZone 1, Money Gang, I got the— Damn I'm in the trap and I broke the— Damn Cookin' the dough 'til my wrist like— Damn Hellcat filled with a whole lotta Glocks Damn I had to skrrt off on the cops Damn I hit that boy with a whole lotta shots (Goddamn) Hit that boy up with the Glock Damn Whippin' that dough 'til my wrist like— Damn (I'm in the trap with the—) I'm in the trap with the bells if you need me, yo Draco, play with the rack like Serena Damn Don't play with the gang, [then we squeeze it?] Goddamn Young nigga, he trap out the demon Yuh, I'm in the club with them racks Zone 1, Money Gang, nigga Know I'm gon' blow [?] my Rollie is frozen Yo, stand on yo' homeboy, even though he had a [big back?] on him Run on the plug Yo, they know that I'm chosen Ain't playin' this shit, they know why I'm comin' Run in yo' trap and take over Keep low, gang, face shot They know about Soulja I press a button, it's over Money Gang, they can hang with some soldiers Kick the door down, nigga I told ya I'm sippin' on lean and then 40s Let go, I hit that boy up with the [?] Woah, I used to trap Motorola Fifty-some shots with a Glock in my holster Woah, I'm in the trap with my face on the posters Damn, sippin' on lean and I need me a coaster [?] Hit that boy up if he get a lil' closer (Damn, hit that boy up if he get a lil' closer) (ARP, straight on my shoulder) (I'm in the trap with some soldiers) (Whippin' that [Doja?]) (Countin' on Ms like poker) From Letras Mania