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Hatz & Gatz
Mdot 59
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Hatz, Gatz, get to creepin' on Makks
Stalkin', aim, and it’s that
He seen the beam, tried to run, tap his back
Bro, double hand on the G, hear the clap
You hear the G, get to bangin', it’s tact’
Fuck the Jet, he got hit, put the pump in a pack, he got hit in his chest then he fell on his back, baow
Bino, he wasn't tappin' it
Q, he wasn't blastin' it
Jodot and Pop was just duckin' from us, got to bangin' the G, word to bro, wasn't havin' it
Fro never needed a ski, know he African
G get to jammin' up close, then we grabbin’ him
G get to shootin' like butter, I'm tappin' it
Locked on his body, the beam really accurate
No more free me, I was bangin' it
Walk with a limp, gotta hang with it
Double hand on the G, know it's that, you just aim with the G and start doin' your thing with it
I ain't gon' lie, on the bros, we was chasin' him, G got a kick, on the guys, I don't play with it
I hit the jails, had the black in my mouth, I'm not knucklin' up, on the guys, I'ma bang with it
High-speed, we get to chasin' 'em
Bullets, they get to breakin' 'em
I get to hawkin' 'em down, never panic, I'm thinkin' 'bout bro, word to bro, do my thing for him
I get to walkin’, I’m not even thinkin’ it
Bendin’ sober, I'm not even drinkin' it
Walk through the park, get to hawkin' him down, if he say the wrong thing, word to bro, get to swingin' it
I'm back from the jails, I don't wanna go back, brodie told me to stick to the rap
I keep thinkin' 'bout B when I sit on the block, long nights on the block, used to be on the trap
I ain't gon' lie, this shit deeper than rap, I really live what I said in my tracks
Hate jail, but if I gotta do it, I'm comin' right back with the black livin’ good with the Hats
Hatz, Gatz, get to creepin' on Makks
Stalkin', aim, and it’s that
He seen the beam, tried to run, tap his back
Bro, double hand on the G, hear the clap
You hear the G, get to bangin', it’s tact’
Fuck the Jet, he got hit, put the pump in a pack, he got hit in his chest then he fell on his back, baow
Bino, he wasn't tappin' it
Q, he wasn't blastin' it
Jodot and Pop was just duckin' from us, got to bangin' the G, word to bro, wasn't havin' it
Fro never needed a ski, know he African
G get to jammin' up close, then we grabbin’ him
G get to shootin' like butter, I'm tappin' it
Locked on his body, the beam really accurate