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G-Maino

They gon' hate me if I say this

Matter of fact, they gon' hate you if you play this

Run this shit back, put this shit up on your playlist

If a young nigga stand on his money, then he 8"6

Can't believe that nigga made it, Ice JJ-Fish

If a nigga keep on cappin', let the Drac spit money

Boy, big B on that ape shit

Lot of niggas funny, we get to the money on that same shit

This a brand new block with the same grip

On a brand new block with some brand new gear

Hit him with that chop, now he can't steer

We been catchin' bodies, you won't make it into next year

We done fell off bad, now it's gang year

Try to run up in his spot, won't make it back

He shouldn't have came here

7-6-2, hit your car, it look like a deer

Nah, nigga, eating real good, I'm shaped like a bear

They gon' hate me if I say this

They gon' be like, Mainski boy, why you make this

I should make lot of you niggas pay for this

Touch a lot of money, I was made for this

Lot of niggas bitches I don't gotta diss

They say I'm hard on this, I got a lot of this

If you really like this song, I got a lot of shit

And while you worry about the guys, we got a lot of sticks

Why you worry about Lil Mainski, I be robbin' shit

And I really got some young niggas

That be tryin' to pop shit

Postin' on the opp shit

I could walk up in the store right now and buy a mop stick

And you in off the block

Why you tryna come around, bitch

They gon' hate me if I say what the fuck I wanna say

High speed on the Jakes, I bet I'ma get away

And I'm all about my chips, Frito-Lay

Run down with that stick, I bet he won't get away

And the percy makin' niggas shake

I'm gaining weight

They say Mainski got fat, I been eatin' steak

I probably been pushing weight

Look at all this cake

When it comes to the six, I feel like the great

Damn, look at that nigga face

He thought that I was broke, but he ain't even ate

Cold as hell, he need a coat

Look at that nigga shake

Have you ever seen a hollow tip make a boy do the Harlem Shake

That nigga look like he stressin', need a break

Parked the car behind the block, we grab the sticks

I swear to God, we jumped the gate

Can't believe them niggas got away

But we gon' find a way

I put that on my life, he gon' die today

Should've never dropped the rakes

Niggas pull up on our block, then they hit the brakes

And we know the real y'all, but you niggas fake

They keep sayin' we the opps, like we be with taye

And we a bend a nigga block, Brody lead the way

And Broski, you can grab the Glock, cause I need the K

Brody say he got the lean shit, I need the eight