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Gang, M.O.B

Why you sayin' shit, nigga? Gang, gang, yeah

Fuck your hood, nigga

Yeah, it's TM, nigga. Come on

You better not play me like no opp

Or you gon' get fapped

I'm in these bushes, better not see him

Turn him to a plow

Call the opp, not he or would, man

His ass a thrax

Yeah, they be playin, we'll jump out like we ain't gettin' back

Boy, I better not see that scat

Or that bitch gon' go flat

I sent some shots, I bet I miss

I bet I go back

Sent some shots at me, I think I'm duckin

I'ma throw back

I only need her for the day

Come get your hoe back

Nigga, let me know that person

I'ma pay the ticket

Let me know

Boy, his merch, he can't come around if he ain't with it

Can't come around

If I sent her for that love, then I bet she get it

I bet she got it, yeah

Oh, I'ma get him for that price since he the military

I need him dead

I'm jumpin' for my bro, don't want that smoke

You better not get involved

You better do it

30 minutes with your bitch, she tuggin' on my drawers

Bitch, chill out

Came home and flipped some grams, then I moved the door

I think he turnt, cause he was thin

Watch how I spank him out

Watch how I get him

I remember him movin' fire drugs when I was in the hall

This shit's fly

You want him gone, just pay that person, nigga

Make the call

You better kill it

If I see him out, I spank him in the mall

Can't no nigga play me, pussy

Don't behind him long

His merch, I'ma get him

Tell my bro to fall back

Stick him up, he play too tough

Run in his pockets, all that

I need it all

Oh, it's a bitch on the floor

Yeah, I'ma coach him

I called that

If I was Ricky, would've shot him

Nigga, pass my ball back

Take my bar boys to hoop

Cause my niggas all hot

Drop out gangness for my bro

When we spin, it's all gold

Trim his hair, my gang trailing it

We came in all scat

She on the black ARP

Bet his ass won't bark back

I bet he hush

Hey, who you think you finna touch

Cause dog, I'm not thin

Not New York, but drill times

Ran him down in zips

I keep a 10 on my side

Probably think she can't

When I up, I bet he fall

Hit him in his limb

If you ain't gang, don't come around

Cause I be on that rim

Do not put no OPPs, cause we know turn it up

I'ma get him

If I ever got a LOC, then it's merch I spend, nigga

Rip the jump off

Dumbass

Dumbass

Nigga