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Run up on me man yo ass must be dumb
With a .30 im smoking on runtz like
This weed in the pack imma put em in blunts
He a pack, 12 men imma pull out the gun
And they know how i am with the knocker
He runnin up better block em
With my .30 me and brodie gon pop em
Gun got a bayonet need imma chop em damn
If he really want up with me
Then im really gon up and its up with me
Already know yea my gun gon be stuck with me
Already know keep a .30 no bluffing me damn
Spin his block i be doing it comfortably
Aint no talking yall kids looking up to me
If im in my hood dont be asking whats up with me
Reading my city i rep cuz you under me damn
Tell brodie I'm finna tote on my grip
Bullets fly he don't want none of this
I go kuu with the tec get away from my bitch
I'm a demon from my head to my kicks
And I know they ain't really on shit
I be toting my fire aint talking no drip
And I know they ain't really on shit
And I'm really on timing im really gon hit
If I walk in the spot then im really on timing
He get hit, knocked out, rock climbing
And I write like a poet I'm rhyming
I creep 'round the corner like this is the shining
With my bullets and gun im combining
He got a ring he get popped for his lying
Like a baby I have his ass crying
They dont got no proof in the concrete he dying damn
Run up on me imma always stay matching
I'm really with it like fuck all the chatting
He keep testing im not with the acting
Fuck all the talkin im starting the action
Dont call up my phone you dont like me
Ion politic just dont fight me
Scartan a demon i pass him the shiesty
Run up on me imma do it like Nike, grrah,
It get scary when i put my shit on
Go to his grave thats that shit that i spit on
Opps be talking bout shit that they "still on"
9/25 thats the day we get lit on
It get scary when i put my shit on
Go to his grave thats that shit that i spit on
Opps be talking bout shit that they "still on"
9/25 thats the day we get lit on
If he think he gon slide what he smokin?
I'll hit him I leave his ass broken
Bullets gon throw if I see that he open
Fuck all the talkin im down to go smoke him
And I'm smoking his dead inna pack
Ten toes down tell them I never lack
And I hit him his skull got a crack
He run away when I come to attack like
Run up on me man yo ass must be dumb
With a .30 im smoking on runtz like
This weed in the pack imma put em in blunts
He a pack, 12 men imma pull out the gun
And they know how i am with the knocker
He runnin up better block em
With my .30 me and brodie gon pop em
Gun got a bayonet need imma chop em damn
If he really want up with me
Then im really gon up and its up with me
Already know yea my gun gon be stuck with me
Already know keep a .30 no bluffing me damn
Spin his block i be doing it comfortably
Aint no talking yall kids looking up to me
If im in my hood dont be asking whats up with me
Reading my city i rep cuz you under me damn
What?
Call up the gang, gang, gang
Shooters the gang, gang, gang
Call up the gang, gang, gang
What?
Bitch
Gang gang gang
Call up the gang, gang, gang
Shooters the gang, gang, gang
