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kathedral

Mehxer
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How did they get it, yeah How did they get it, yeah I'm with my gang, like yeah I'm with my gang, like yeah Shoot out they brains, like yeah I'm with my gang, like yeah Yeah They do not get it, yeah They do not get it Yeah, ridin' round' town with the lamb truck tinted That lil' nigga talkin', he don't want no business Yeah, bitch I chop off the roof then I Steppin' on any and everything Yeah, bitch I pull up, the trap, with the Helmut Lang That lil' nigga never gon' get, It's a money thing I boot off the X, I think I might go insane, yeah You better not talk, less' you wanna get mopped I pull out the chop and divide a whole block Yeah, little bitch take the dick out her mouth, make it pop Yeah, bitch I stick to myself, I don't follow the flock Me and my gang some real killas' He talk out his neck, ain't no real nigga We servin' the opps, like we be they real dealas' We got that boy popped, now that muhfucka' spillin', yeah, yeah Now that muhfucka' spillin' Now that muhfucka' spillin' Yeah, a nigga like me want that hoe for one night I pull out that pipe, ain't no way imma fight Yeah, little thot wanna taste of me, she wanna bite I got a beam on the glock, gotta keep em in sight I ain't gon' swing, I got my pipe That bitch wana fuck, shawty gon' ride Yeah, run down on a nigga, on feet, bitch I'm with my fleet, bitch you know we get geeked And that lil' hoe wanna get a lil' treat, better come get freak on a nigga like me Yeah, I been gone, I'm off that E, I can't even trip, lil' bitch, countin' C's That nigga wan' talk, but he don't wanna walk, man, I promise he cry when I pull out that G When I pull out that G, imma get em When I pull out that G, imma split em, yeah You know that I been on my own, bitch get off That boy talk like he grimy, I know that he soft I been countin' up money, I feel like I'm Dolph I been coppin' this shit, I don't care bout' the cost Bitch I'm with my gang, throw that up Imma die for my gang, ion' give no fucks, yeah yeah They do not get it, yeah They do not get it Yeah, ridin' round' town with the lamb truck tinted That lil' nigga talkin', he don't want no business Yeah, bitch I chop off the roof then I Steppin' on any and everything Yeah, bitch I pull up, the trap, with the Helmut Lang That lil' nigga never gon' get, It's a money thing I boot off the X, I think I might go insane, yeah