Glah
Gang-gang
Look
Oh my gosh this dummy got me high
Niggas mad 'cause I'm droppin' they five
Let it spark like the 4th of july
G2 gon' bake a nigga like a pie
Two deep, no ski with the knocks in the ride
I'm tryna see who outside
I got some anger I cannot deny
Get mad, tryna put a nigga in the sky
Both hands when I shoot, this knocka got a kick
Come to my block and I'm lightin' that wick
Chasedown Gang, chase him of his strip
He tried to run and ate a hollow tip
Beam on his face, I bet you that it stick
Got shot in his chest, he coughin' think he sick
That's what he get for tryna politic
I'm tryna crop a nigga like a pic
Nigga, why would you diss on the guys?
Like, when you know what we did on them sides
Yo bro, how many times we done been to the place you reside?
With my heat I gotta stay beside
Niggas get shot and try to multiply
Oh, you wanna be one of mines?
Nigga, you gotta slide or provide
I'm on court with the Tec, it's tucked inside the Tech
Don't got the knock? I poke him in his neck
Take his life and watch him disconnect
In the field I'm movin' like a vet
Got shot in his face, why they pumpin his chest?
Movin' wock 'cause niggas got me fessed
Word to bro I'm not toleratin disrespect
Pussy boy you better keep in check
Niggas mad 'cause I'm slammin' the Hat
On that block tryna catch me a Makk
Ahh-ahh that's the sound of that Gat
No knocks? I might slide with a bat
Tryna strike a nigga like a match
What you gon' do when we come to your doormat?
Kick down your door, I'm tryna test your format
Nigga, you better not fall back
That's a fact, with the 'ooters movin' super tact
Beam on a .40 tryna let it clap
Got em runnin
Like a round of applause I got em runnin
Grrah-grrah
Grrah-grrah
It's that Mir Bucks nigga, I'm that nigga ya'll niggas can't f*ck with, bro
The same one that ya'll niggas hate, bro
Gangsta, suck my dick, Chasedown Gang, Chaser Gang
Niggas know what the f*ck we talkin' bout
Grrah-grrah
Grrah-grrah
I walked on the track, I'ma do it again-and-again-and-again, nigga what the f*ck
Grrah
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English
Glah
Gang-gang
Look
Oh my gosh this dummy got me high
Niggas mad 'cause I'm droppin' they five
Let it spark like the 4th of july
G2 gon' bake a nigga like a pie
Two deep, no ski with the knocks in the ride
I'm tryna see who outside
I got some anger I cannot deny
Get mad, tryna put a nigga in the sky
Both hands when I shoot, this knocka got a kick
Come to my block and I'm lightin' that wick
Chasedown Gang, chase him of his strip
He tried to run and ate a hollow tip
Beam on his face, I bet you that it stick
Got shot in his chest, he coughin' think he sick
That's what he get for tryna politic
I'm tryna crop a nigga like a pic
Nigga, why would you diss on the guys?
Like, when you know what we did on them sides
Yo bro, how many times we done been to the place you reside?
With my heat I gotta stay beside
Niggas get shot and try to multiply
Oh, you wanna be one of mines?
Nigga, you gotta slide or provide
I'm on court with the Tec, it's tucked inside the Tech
Don't got the knock? I poke him in his neck
Take his life and watch him disconnect
In the field I'm movin' like a vet
Got shot in his face, why they pumpin his chest?
Movin' wock 'cause niggas got me fessed
Word to bro I'm not toleratin disrespect
Pussy boy you better keep in check
Niggas mad 'cause I'm slammin' the Hat
On that block tryna catch me a Makk
Ahh-ahh that's the sound of that Gat
No knocks? I might slide with a bat
Tryna strike a nigga like a match
What you gon' do when we come to your doormat?
Kick down your door, I'm tryna test your format
Nigga, you better not fall back
That's a fact, with the 'ooters movin' super tact
Beam on a .40 tryna let it clap
Got em runnin
Like a round of applause I got em runnin
Grrah-grrah
Grrah-grrah
It's that Mir Bucks nigga, I'm that nigga ya'll niggas can't f*ck with, bro
The same one that ya'll niggas hate, bro
Gangsta, suck my dick, Chasedown Gang, Chaser Gang
Niggas know what the f*ck we talkin' bout
Grrah-grrah
Grrah-grrah
I walked on the track, I'ma do it again-and-again-and-again, nigga what the f*ck
Grrah
Gang-gang
Look
Oh my gosh this dummy got me high
Niggas mad 'cause I'm droppin' they five
Let it spark like the 4th of july
G2 gon' bake a nigga like a pie
Two deep, no ski with the knocks in the ride
I'm tryna see who outside
I got some anger I cannot deny
Get mad, tryna put a nigga in the sky
Both hands when I shoot, this knocka got a kick
Come to my block and I'm lightin' that wick
Chasedown Gang, chase him of his strip
He tried to run and ate a hollow tip
Beam on his face, I bet you that it stick
Got shot in his chest, he coughin' think he sick
That's what he get for tryna politic
I'm tryna crop a nigga like a pic
Nigga, why would you diss on the guys?
Like, when you know what we did on them sides
Yo bro, how many times we done been to the place you reside?
With my heat I gotta stay beside
Niggas get shot and try to multiply
Oh, you wanna be one of mines?
Nigga, you gotta slide or provide
I'm on court with the Tec, it's tucked inside the Tech
Don't got the knock? I poke him in his neck
Take his life and watch him disconnect
In the field I'm movin' like a vet
Got shot in his face, why they pumpin his chest?
Movin' wock 'cause niggas got me fessed
Word to bro I'm not toleratin disrespect
Pussy boy you better keep in check
Niggas mad 'cause I'm slammin' the Hat
On that block tryna catch me a Makk
Ahh-ahh that's the sound of that Gat
No knocks? I might slide with a bat
Tryna strike a nigga like a match
What you gon' do when we come to your doormat?
Kick down your door, I'm tryna test your format
Nigga, you better not fall back
That's a fact, with the 'ooters movin' super tact
Beam on a .40 tryna let it clap
Got em runnin
Like a round of applause I got em runnin
Grrah-grrah
Grrah-grrah
It's that Mir Bucks nigga, I'm that nigga ya'll niggas can't f*ck with, bro
The same one that ya'll niggas hate, bro
Gangsta, suck my dick, Chasedown Gang, Chaser Gang
Niggas know what the f*ck we talkin' bout
Grrah-grrah
Grrah-grrah
I walked on the track, I'ma do it again-and-again-and-again, nigga what the f*ck
Grrah
Writer: Mir Bucks
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