笨小笨Get Down Gang (feat. Li Rye)歌词由BiC Fizzle&Li rye演唱，出自专辑《Get Down Gang (feat. Li Rye)》，下面是《Get Down Gang (feat. Li Rye)》完整版歌词！
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Get Down Gang (feat. Li Rye) - BiC Fizzle/Li rye
Lyrics by：Jeremiah Northern/Karpets Ivan Sergeevich/Mendez Eider Elias/Roderick Henderson/Uladzislau Kryshtalevich
That's some Krishtall
Ayy bust it out the wrapper a four with a batter
A four eight ayy
I can show you how to run up some cheddar
Some money
Rented AR on the dresser screamin' 1Klan while I stretch your old lady aggressive
Know I'm a big trendsetter mask up put a boy on the stretcher
On the stretcher
Packs in I'm smoking on pressure
On pressure
Bad ***** with me gon' do what I tell her
Too young and ruthless some n***as don't **** with me
Don't **** with me
I'm still good with you n***as can't post up me
Can't post up
You ain't on **** n***a stop gettin' hope up
Huh
Give me a reason somebody gettin' towed up
Gettin' towed up
Dolce &Gabbana and Louis I'm mixing **** up just to pop on a ***** when I show up
Money and guns we totin' foreigns walk on the beat bet I step on your son
It ain't no rude we **** over you catch your a*s outta bounds
Shoot you and the ref'
Murder one
Glock 26 with a switch in my belt
Cash grrt
Go flap when I up out the side of my hip
I got more bullets than Brady
Mask up on a boy like Jason
Like Jason
Run down I don't really got patience
No patience
I'm tryna get closer put somethin' on the pavement bah
Bah
Ayy wow
Wow
All these d**gs boy I better not cough
No coughin'
Had the condom and stick went raw
Went raw
Slip when I **** I'll spit in her mouth
Pew pew
And the trap go pound for pound
Pound
Miss his pay gotta get back in town
Las Vegas
Dirty 30 my everyday carrier I'm ready to up and put somethin' in the ground
I'm standin'
Better smile when you see me don't frown
Don't frown boy
Click up I'ma shoot up your crowd
Get down boy
Gang members on go no yap
No yap
Walk down I ain't shootin' no houses
I can't
Hit his ho say I **** on her better
I got me a trap ***** and her name is Griselda
All the opps fly me like a arrow
Hit that fire go chomp on his foot ***** I sound like a whale
On my mama we shoot out wherever
Like I shoot out a sale like a Tesla
Figure four this lil' ho like a wrestler
He was long off the Percs I'd love to go sin never touched him
Double tip on my neck and my chest and my lip and my wrist
Go outside and in this month and left him with a lisp
Drop a bag on his a*s a*s and put one on his *****
I be ready to shoot like my gun like my chick
I got some **** that I know they ain't ready for
Catch him lackin' wrap him like a kid roll the splinter
When I try to put too many up in the clip
Some my new Jays do gymnastics watch him do a flip
My big brother a Blood but his pockets on Crip
Hold on hold on hold on
We spin with a brand new stick watch it sit off the rip
Grab a switch get to swingin' that ***** like a whip
Whip whip whip
