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[Intro: Kentry]
Man, you know how the f*ck we coming, man, OTB, GuttaGang sh*t, yeah
You know what we been on, man, I ain't gon' even cap witcha (Oh, man, it's the chronic, don't even worry about it)

[Verse 1: Kentry & LG Malique]
Thinking you tough, lil' boy, yeen ain't no gangster (Yeah)
Don't know why they trust you, they know you a stranger (Glah)
On God, when we catch you, just know you in danger (b*tch)
Hop out, beat your ass like we Power Rangers
Just kill yourself, tryna do you a favor (On gang)
Flow on this beat, man, I feel like [?][0:26] (On gang)
Might slide on your b*tch, so you better go save her (Yeah)
Roll up with them b*tches, smoke some' like a vapor (Glah, bah)
Just like a brace, I just want the neck (Yeah)
Weed might be lacеd, so why crumble that? (On gang)
Heard you got that sack, mane, just fumblе that (Get you)
I might just go take it, I'm feeling upset (Get you)
Blunt smoke your ass, man, I wonder who next (Lemme blow it)
Smoke your whole gang, then be higher than a jet
You say you gon' kill me, that feel like a threat
You say you gon' kill me, that feel like a threat (He ain't on sh*t)
Always clutching on toolies (b*tch), boy, you need to stop, n*gga (For real)
As a f*cking youngin (What I been?), I always been a hot n*gga (On the gang)
b*tch, I'm from Ash Street (Where I was at?), I was on the block, n*gga (For real)
With them oldheads (Boom, boom), teach me how to rob n*ggas (Glah)
Put your hands in the air like we giving you five
Me and lil' Sour fosho gonna slide
And yeah, when we slide (Boom), you better not hide (On gang)
We gon' look through the hood to see if he outside
Boy, when we catch you, like chicken, you fried
Pop at your house like it's an surprise (Yeah)
I heard you switched gangs, boy, stick to one side (Uh, Malique)
And this just a message and boy, you know why (b*tch-ass n*gga)
[Verse 2: LG Malique & Kentry]
Ayy, Kentry X Malique, if he go, you know I'ma go, n*gga (Hol' up, yeah)
Never been a b*tch and I ain't never been weak, I'ma f*ck around and bodybag a ho n*gga (Glah)
Raised on Cherry like a n*gga love fruit, self-made rich n*gga, I ain't never wear a suit
Put a hole in a n*gga like I took a big scoop, you ain't never [?][1:28] tell the truth
Really rich, the hood had strips [?][1:31] broke a n*gga heart when he lied, the f*ck n*gga tried
Really ain't got no heart, put oil on their feet, and the n*gga still ain't gon' slide
Threw the boy the gun and he panicked, romantic-ass n*gga what you is, bet he got on pink panties
Son don't leave the house without that strap, they ashamed if my mama knew the gun came in handy (On gang)
Tatted on my arm and my neck, and the only thing I'm 'bout to get is charms and a check
College b*tch gon' leave me sneak off in her dorm and do sex, know some n*ggas who'll pop you like a corn, I don't flex
I'm a topnotch n*gga, so you know I gotta tax, I don't f*ck with a mouse, but I'll rat-a-tat-tat
Big pole with a fat head looking like a Brat, and how the f*ck I'ma go cap when I don't even wear a hat?
Ayy, what's really going on?
Know a couple n*ggas who'll put it to your dome
Know some Compton n*ggas who ain't coming back home
Know a couple n*ggas who'll kill for a song
I know a lotta folks in the world, they ain't never got swerved
On that boy twenty times when I kill him on the curb (Glah)
Lil' n*gga, what you talking? [?][2:12] in the dirt
I'm like, "Boy, that go that van," and to the fans, I swirl (Malique)

[Outro: LG Malique]
Mm-mm, mm-mm-mm, mm-mm-mm, mm, mm (He don't want smoke)
He don't want smoke (Unh-uh), nah, he just wan' talk on internet (Ah, damn)
Unh-uh (Yeah), he don't want this (Goddamn, goddamn)
He don't want smoke (Grrlah), he just gonna talk on internet (b*tch)
[Outro]
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