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Robert Gang
Ola Runt
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(Shoutout to 42)
(That Crip shit, ah)
Ah
(Casper)
Man, fuck you
G-lock with these Tom Ford shades, come through like I'm Johnny Cage
Tell the opps to meet on Moreland, we can shoot out by the blaze
Smack that boy on stage like Will Smith, but he ain't alive
One of my opps OD'd on Percocet 'cause he couldn't come outside
Crash out 'bout my brother, better not speak on MA5
I don't give a fuck what kind of car
It is, just put ten on it, I'ma slide
Ola spin through that bitch by himself
He learned how to shoot and drive
You got gangster when I was down the road
You was known for duckin' and hidin'
5L gang, Slim Daddy pale, put shit on the shelf
Had a hammer on him like construction worker, but he still got nailed
Say he twenty what? Make that nigga call 12
Fuck Copper Cove, we at the Waffle House
If a nigga tweak, he get his patty melt
He only gangster when he deep, but not when he by hisself
Gang ain't have no funds, nothin' but my gun
With no mask, call that bareface
Might come North Face like Kanye
5 PM, we gon' spin broad day
Came flat back, so I had to piece it up
Ayy, lil' Tre 5 don't like to dance, but he can beef it up
Leave the car runnin', we on a two-man, keys in the truck
He spoke on Rob, we gettin' on feet, nigga, I don't give a fuck
You go that way, I go this way, make sure you meet back up
So many shots heard in the hell and woke a demon up
We pull out five bodies in the grass, we layin' felt to ass
We don't take no hits 'cause niggas payin' to kill real niggas
But if you an opp, you gon' get popped, that's how I deal with you
Can't act on me, I shoot that bitch and I'll still hit her
We made 'em link up for some numbers, but we still bigger
My brother died, so ain't no tellin' me to chill, nigga
He crashed out, caught twenty years, I'm gon' still kill him
Got blue strips on this Benz like an Al Bender
Don't throw them shots and hide your hand, who the fuck is sender?
All my life I been a suspect, never been a victim
I'm Beezy Gang, don't call them shooters, I just call them spinners
And in my hood, if it's a hotbox, we just call it rental
I been sleepin' with this Draco, I'm a born sinner
That shit had turned the kid so evil when I lost my nigga
I got a happy face tatted on my trigger finger
Told SRT, "Bust it right right here
" Yeah, nigga, don't use no blinkers
I'ma teach my daughter how to spin on 'em like a ballerina
And you ain't part of Fox 5 if you ain't make the channel
And when you steppin' 'bout revenge, don't give a fuck about no camera
Don't got no question, don't want your answer
Baby, I caught a boat, told him, "Nigga, I'll meet you in the slammer"
Baby, I caught a boat and I told him
"Nigga, I'll meet you in the slammer"
I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck
How many times I gotta tell y'all niggas that?
You ain't with it, take it where I'ma take it
You ain't gon' make it where I'ma make it
Fuck nigga, I don't give a damn