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[Intro]
GANG! L's... shoutout my squad man
150 Roc Block man
Got a whole lotta hunnids on me, lotta guns
On us man... ain't no f*ck n*ggas come before ma
Squad, no b*tches man
What b*tch come before me? Haha
R.I.P. my n*ggas...Welcome To Fazoland The Mixtape
L's

[Hook]
I got this .30 on me
Let a n*gga try to run up on me
I'mma blow this whole damn .30
Yeah that n*gga tried to run up on me
I got all this money on me
Yeah I know you wanna run up on me
I got a hollow tip for any one of these
Hunnids that I got up on me, pus*y
These n*ggas love it all, these b*tches want it
b*tches want me
And my n*ggas got all these hoes
But a b*tch'll never come before me, pus*y
I ain't got no money on me
I only got a couple hunnid on me
So if I buy me some weed and some lean
I ain't got no more money on me, pus*y
[Verse 1]
Look
All this money, these hoes, these clothes man
It don't mean sh*t to me
Wanna be the youngest n*gga wit a hunnid fifty M's
b*tch I'm tryna make history
But I always gotta keep this .30 on me
n*gga that's Black History
No safety, if a n*gga run up on me n*gga
Now he Black History
You can catch me on the block all day
Better check my history
Big blunts remind me of the block
Hallways smelt just like p*ss to me
And I cough so long, cause the smoke so strong
That's why I gotta sip the drank
b*tch asked me "Herbo why yo cup so pink?"
I said "that's that mystery, b*tch!"
How the Act had me gone like that
That's a unsolved mystery
When the Jakes ask me how they man's got whacked
That's an unsolved mystery
Out in traffic n*ggas know Duwop got the Gat
b*tch it ain't no mystery
And every time I leave the house, got the strap on my side
b*tch it's like my hip to me
GANG!!
[Hook]

[Verse 2]
n*ggas know imma feind for the pants wit the wings
Yeah that's a couple hunnid on Jeans
n*ggas know imma feind pourin' 8's of the lean
n*gga that's a couple hunnid on drink
Can't tote anything ho under .17
'Cause I got alotta hunnids on me
Duwop got the Neen that's totin' .17
Smoke a n*gga if he run up on me, b*tch!
Me and the bros ran thru alotta ho's
But a b*tch'll never come before me
And these ho's ain't sh*t I'll feed
Tell the b*tch she out of luck if she come before me, GANG!! And n*gga you can still catch me over east
Even though I'm the hottest in the streets
Pelle Pelle on my back, Robin Jeans on my ass
And you know I keep Prada's on my feet
Shootin' sh*t we scorin', D-Wade wit the Thunder
And you know I'm like Ibaka wit the Heat
"Herb how you like Ibaka wit the Heat?"
Shoot a n*gga wit the choppa' till he sleep
Blue tips sittin' all up in the FN
Wet a n*gga like he hoppin' in the sea
Then I'm back on the Ave
Wit a mouth full of glass can't serve
Unless you coppin' it from me b*tch!
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