Gang, gang
Pull up on a nigga we gon leave his ass face down
Glock 30 with a 30 make K sounds
Open me a nigga just to show 'em we don't play around
.762 make the whole good get down
Ride past [?], We gon' spin around
Man down on the scene, he got gunned down
Catch a body, get paid then we skip town
He don't trust shit, he don't even want his bitch 'round
Everybody turned snake and he seen it
And his bitch keep talkin' 'bout leavin', ask "why?"
She don't really got a reason
Now he hurtin' inside, he been fightin' them demons
Close friend got killed, every night he grieving
Slidin' on the opps like every other weekend
Tryna catch a body, tryna see a nigga bleedin'
He grew up to be a killer cause his pops kept leavin'
Lost brothers in the field so I gotta keep my headstrong
Mama say stay strapped, keep my head on
And it's still fuck the opps, all them niggas need a headstone
Nigga speakin' on my brother, all them niggas get stepped on
Catch a nigga lackin' walkin' home on his cell phone
Hope out, run-down, tryna get a nigga head gone
You was talkin' to them folks, you a rat and you dead wrong
Would say a little mo, but this would turn into a fed song
Take me back I'll do it again
Get up on 'em a lil more and put 2 in his wig
Bring my brudda nem back and we gon' do it again
Murk his ass, walk up on 'em, start shootin' again
Overkill close range till I opened his wig
Have bro first class, I'ma buy him a Benz
Lost my cousin to the gun and he left me his kid
Loyalty, that's forever got to back till the end
R.I.P all the brothers and long live all the guys
My brother's legends in my eyes
As I run these streets and clutch this heat
I hope you stay on top and watch over me
Devil on my back and demons on my feet
But I won't fall and let them fuck over me
Every day we creep cause you deceased we gon' put opps to sleep
And that's on gang
Long live the guys
Pull up on a nigga we gon leave his ass face down
Glock 30 with a 30 make K sounds
Open me a nigga just to show 'em we don't play around
.762 make the whole good get down
Ride past [?], We gon' spin around
Man down on the scene, he got gunned down
Catch a body, get paid then we skip town
He don't trust shit, he don't even want his bitch 'round
Everybody turned snake and he seen it
And his bitch keep talkin' 'bout leavin', ask "why?"
She don't really got a reason
Now he hurtin' inside, he been fightin' them demons
Close friend got killed, every night he grieving
Slidin' on the opps like every other weekend
Tryna catch a body, tryna see a nigga bleedin'
He grew up to be a killer cause his pops kept leavin'
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