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(Kischon) Bitch, grrah-grrah Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah Grrah, grrah, gang-gang OYOGz, gang-gang-gang bitch Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah, boom, OYOGz Gang-gang-gang, pussy Grrah, grrah-grrah, boom bitch Grrah I'ma flock at your friend, I move on to the next one Rah Rah got hit in his neck I got no dead mans, I got dead opps Talk some real shit before you get head-tapped Like, "OY, what?", you know that's us You ain't never made nobody run Gang, gang, gang, gang-gang We slide to Japan, we rich in Japan And you ain't even do that hit, so why you lyin'? And get off our dick OY-OY I'm the shit, YG-YG, he sittin' back, I'ma turn on my beam, like, grrah He was just bunny hopping on the scene He got shot with two red beams And Notti, my brother, I'm taking that risk (uh-huh) he try to run up, then he getting hit Hol' on, what, I said he tryna run up, then he getting hit Yo DD, it's an opp right there, we up it and flock we up it and flock Oh yeah, that's a opp right there, his body gon' drop, his body gon' drop And DDot with me, let's spin through the back blocks But he started flockin' I'm off of the last shot DD, he shooting 'til he see a dead opp Caught him lacking, and he caught him a face shot, bitch Hol' on, I caught him lackin', and he caught him a face shot, grrah Baow-baow-baow Bend a block, I'm smoking on Rah Rah, see a opp try see what this knock do Smoke Chico and see what the Flocks do flock Bend through the Sev, try see what Kay Flock on Catch a opp, I'm totin' on Smitthen What to do, we just started a mission (gang, gang, gang, gang-gang) Y'all better move, get out the way Y'all know what you doin' when you say, "OYK" When I slide to your hood, I'm not coming to play (gang, gang-gang) Catch a opp, five shots go right through his kidney See a opp, I swear it get litty, totin' on- Got me feelin' lil busy, totin' on-, got me feeling lil' busy, bitch Grrah, grrah, gang-gang Got my sister with me, she go get 'em lined Threw his body, now he horrified Check the muddy, this shit got me leanin' She lookin' in my eyes and she swallow my semen Lil' thotty in the room, she tryna shake, she shakin' a broom, hol' on If I turn on my beam, I'm shooting like Pippen Tact' to the gun and we get to clicking Spin through the block like two, three chops, flock out the V, we gon' see body drop Droppin' the 4's, I'm a 40 baby, do me a hit and skrrt off the scene He tryna run, and I turn on my beam, if he throw a Trendy, we aim for his bean EBK, DOA GBGK, catch a Flocka, I'ma let it spray If I uppin' my knock, I'ma start a parade Throw a Drilly, get shot in your face, pussy, grrah-grrah Throw a Drilly, get shot in your face (grrah, baow, baow, bow, bitch) I'ma flock at your friend, I move on to the next one Rah Rah got hit in his neck I got no dead mans, I got dead opps Talk some real shit before you get head-tapped Like, OY, what, you know that's us You ain't never made nobody run Gang, gang, gang, gang-gang
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