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Main road or back road, gang still get dumpy, crash that corn and slap mans pumpkin
Young G hit him up for a monkey, step and drill, gang on fuckery, sauce on spill if I swing that sutting
On spill if I swing that sutting
Main road or back road, gang still get dumpy, crash that corn and slap mans pumpkin
Young G hit him up for a monkey, step and drill, gang on fuckery, sauce on spill if I swing that sutting
On spill if I swing that sutting

Two man by my side I'm feeling like Dizz but no I ain't running with twins
Man hop out the ride, try do him and dip
Fuck you mean you got beef with gang? Face-to-face then man move veggy
Aim it steady, rip it already, ching, splash, it falls in mans belly
I'm a fucking demon
And the opp boys know, snatch mans soul, he ain't making it home
Ching, splash, holes in back bones, back road, let me grip it and dig him
Fucking runners, them man all bitches
Tell bro, do the chasing, I do the cheffing, assist that chinging
Them man are only bad in groups, one-on-one them yutes all dickheads
Half them man there snitches, neck shot gang, how them man there breathing?
Every time we uncover their plans, they retreat like Mojo Jojo
I still pull up on obbos, swing them shanks, leave holes in polo's
On my life, them man love lie, make him feel it, Jackson Five
Step out, wow, watch them man take flight
Back that dots, tryna blam mans spine or I'll back out my shank tryna take mans eye
Step out, wow, watch them man take flight
Back that dots, tryna blam mans spine or I'll back out my shank tryna take mans eye

Main road or back road, gang still get dumpy, crash that corn and slap mans pumpkin
Young G hit him up for a monkey, step and drill, gang on fuckery, sauce on spill if I swing that sutting
On spill if I swing that sutting
Main road or back road, gang still get dumpy, crash that corn and slap mans pumpkin
Young G hit him up for a monkey, step and drill, gang on fuckery, sauce on spill if I swing that sutting
On spill if I swing that sutting

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Gang slapped first
No way can we stall for the come back
Burn that rubber, tell bro lick man with the bumper
Ching man right in the head, like, what the fuck were you thinking?
No way can I run from these yutes, I'm fucking bad, them man are all victims
Samurai stance or Bankai swinging
Bad B tryna treat me like Johnny, like, do you know mans Bravo?
Trickshot like Ricardo, I'll ching man live, I'm an arsehole
Free my guys, I miss 'em, I'm in the dings with the Sammy, no kitchen
I beg you firm this chinging, stop bitching
Talk on my name, you're buzzing, when I pull, them man start cutting
Venemous Bop, I love it
Hop out the ride and slump him
2.2, Mercedes Coupé, YC rev it, let's catch these yutes
Have you ever held chase from fed but bro's so fat so he just vomits?
Are you taking the piss? 9 gang pull up and tape off strips
I'm fucking skits, swing Bankai, everyone's getting hit
He tried say that he's not involved, ching man down to the rasclart bone
This bad B thick as fuck, call her Shakira 'cause her hips don't lie
Seedy settings, when I got him he see's through the night
She gotta hold this pipe, fuck her right so he holds this wap
And I hate my opps, how come they ain't outside?
It's getting me mad, must be juj, how them man there alive?