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Gang, gang
Wass Gang
Who that be?
Uh, uh

He got his shit snatched
Never even had the strength to get it back (Get it back)
Serving the riff-raff
Lava trap, but you know I'm still in that
Talking 'bout big racks
Look how long it took you to rinse a pack (Rinse a pack)
Got no clientele, aren't you sad? (Sad)
I sold more dope than your dad (Damn)
White people saying I'm rad (Radical)
Opps gonna lurk, 'cause they mad (Mad)
Feel like Mike Jack, girl, you bad (Bad)
Hold on, I'm going to France (Yur)
Hearing the hate from the stance (Stance)
You never gave me a chance (No)
Ain't tryna pay for a dance (Nah)
Serving Stephen, a son name is Lance (Uh)
Wonder why I don't follow your 'Gram ('Gram)
Wonder why you fucked on my mans (Mans)
Huh, Pauly and Sam (Sam) come with whole lotta bands (Bands)
In the trench with my beats, writing zans (Zans)
And I charging for feats, not a cap (No cap)
And I know how to speak on the zap (Zap)
Never thought that, that nigga could rap (No)
I think the money apart of me (Apart of me)
I saw them fuck up they arteries (Uh)
They say they wanna hear more of me
They can hear it all, they won't get bored of me
Told a bitch that I'm with that, accordingly
Hi-Tec out the bottle, poured a three
No I'm not the father, Maury (Maury)
In a White House like Cory (Cory)
Tell me which bitch, nigga, gonna do some (Some)
Tell me which goof, kid, really gonna shoot some (Some)
Hop out the car, and flip one (Lah, lah)
Hop on the block, and pitch one (Lah, lah)
While a nigga drift, they hit some
If not, they keep coming
Told that mouth it keep running (Keep runnin')
So you gon' be running (Be runnin')
Took her to eat to get no cutty (No cutty)
You ain't even get no money (No money)
New generation, niggas funny
Go read, Trap For Dummies (Dumb)
Trapping when it's rainy or sunny
Serving the same junky
Different day, different dollar (Dollar)
For her, different nigga gon' holla (Huh)
Feel like Billz, you know I'm a baller (Baller)
Twinz ID's, a Tallup (Tallup)
Whip, move fishy, get shot up (Shot up)
You ain't popping if your name ain't brought up (Nah)
Too bad, I already got caught up (Caught)
You staying down and I got up (Up)
Applying, applying the pressure (Pressure)
'Cause I'm tryna get famous like Dexter (Dex')
Checking a plug named Hector (Hector)
Stick in the club, make a nigga feel better (Bah)
He a dub, I made her feel wetter (Nah)
She a bug, she wearing my sweater (Sweater)
Pay to fuck, she getting her cheddar (Cheddar)
Run it up, we get it together ('Gether)
Tumpin a woods, not no centuries
Wonder how I'm filled up with energy
My dog has a food, call it Pedigree
Got some bids for the lick, easy entry
Can't let these niggas get to me
Can't let these bitches get to me
Bunch a goof clowns, throwing down a three
Got a new sound, it's called me
Come from a block so notorious ('Torious)
How you come from the trench, living glorious? (Gang)
Juice got me slow, feel like Morpheus (Morpheus)
'Member dodging bullets like Matrix
'Cause I was selling weed in the Matrix
I was the man up in Campion (Campion)
We popping bottles like champions (Champions)
Trapping, but not in band
This ain't a game, go hard or go home
'Cause I'm taking ya' spot
Guess I'm takin your throne, had to be on the road
Figuring out how the fuck I'ma make couple racks off my phone
I ain't sipping Patron
Give me some Henny and D.O.M
And the nigga gon' be in his zone
Moved a hunnid of zones
Whipping it up with the buff
So the least it could come with a clone
Shout out the zones (Woo, woo)
Turn L's to lessons, still rocking with the code (Gang)
Everyday a blessing, free up all my cros (All my cros)
You know, I'm finessing, I keep it on the low (Low)
Unofficial professional, but I'm still a pro (Still a pro)

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