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PTGang, nigga, don't get head tapped (belt)
My opp took so many shots, they gave his ass a stand back (boy)
Hopped out the hot and chased a nigga (ran), ran him down and ran back
You ain't never slimed a nigga, why the fuck you sayin' slatt?
We been on them niggas' block, I used to cash in on the 8 (no cap)
My bitch even with the shit, passenger princess with a Drac'
Got two hundred in the stash, one point three stuck in the bank (on bro)
And I'm still found with cash, my new crib come with a lake (cash gang)
Have bro hop up out the roof and shoot you (yeah), my nigga Juice'll do it
Draco bullets twirl, them bitches lookin' like they hula-hoopin'
My niggas all bodied up, they don't know who to shoot (we all shootin')
Then burnt out every sight, I need a new computer (boy)
Bitch, I'm fresh from out the feds, these hoes on me 'cause I'm buzzin' (no cap)
Ain't been goin' on Linwood, I been done popped one of my cousins (yeah)
For all the bitches actin' bougie, come around and we gon' fuck you
Better keep them pads on 'cause my nigga Tay gon' truck you (what up, Tay?)
Ever seen me in the club without the pole, I bet I had shank
Was ridin' red Caddy with the bros before I had rakes (no cap)
Don't think about hittin' my lo', you better have tape (boy)
Don't come around me with no hoes, they better have tapes
They know I'm the biggest shark, bitch, I'm still ridin' with a FN
Bring me the keys to that Striker, watch me pop a nigga head
These hoes goin', she tried to fuck before I got her in the bed
Free King Belt, when he touch, he know I got him with a ten (free Izzo)
Don't need a stage, see an opp, watch how I perform (watch how I perform)
Bro retarded, in the movies, he'll pop a corn (get it?)
Pickup truck was made by Ram, this is not a Ford (TRX)
You ain't rich, boy, your bitch got on Michael Kors (bum)
We smoked dog and left his chain, no matter what you got (bitch, slow down)
On Mike, bro caught a opp on his way to kill another opp (on my daddy)
Bro got took, we spanked some shit, he bought another watch (no cap)
Really a ghost, that's the shit that got his brother dropped (plead the fifth)
Y'all know what the fuck goin' on, man, Belt checkin' in, man
RIP Jumpout, every time I see an opp, we gon' jump out, nigga
We ain't gotta prove shit, bitch, the feds know
We ain't gotta say we pop shit, bitch, your mans know, nigga
