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Old Boy on the beat

Gang related shit on your stupid ass

Check the scoreboard nigga, do the math

The homie put me on, I was doing bad

I told him when I whip it I'm a a flip it and shoot it back

You don't know what to do with that, I'm tooting and moving packs

Death before dishonor on my mama, I'm true to that

We don't fuck with suckas, niggas know we ain't bool with that

It's how automatic goes when you see him just do him that

We still holdin' this shit, need some hoes in your whip

You niggas ain't eatin', there's a hole in your lip

When the feds find this load, they probably pose with this shit

My pops money, I'm lil' money, got a nose for this shit

We still holdin' this shit, need some hoes in your whip

You niggas ain't eatin', there's a hole in your lip

When the feds find this load, they probably pose with this shit

My pops money, I'm lil' money, got a nose for this shit

Niggas ain't kill shit, nigga pipe down

Claiming shit you ain't did, got him knocked down

Police search the school house, had to drop out

If you was in my shoes, you probably cop out

Hop out, bodies drop every time we pop out

Loud mouth, talking shit that you is really not bout

Where was dude, the homies knocking on the door locked out

The homie told on the homie came in the bullpen, got socked out

Bitch pay me, bitch pay me, bring the guap out

Lane changing, with a Asian, getting top down

Chain swangin', we misplacing and not found

It ain't gravy, it's the navy bring them chops out

Ridin with that sewer rat, you gon' get your noodles whacked

Slithered through that motherfucker once and double U-y back

Selling dope over here, fuck around and lose your sack

I see you niggas strapped up, fuck you finna do with that

Guala on the wood ten to four, never shoot a crap

And I'd give up everything I own to bring my shooter back

Me no pussy boy, you'll die for assuming that

Gangwar finna press play, we resuming that

All them niggas bootsy, you a goofy for saluting that

You know the nigga told, you seen the paperwork and proof in that

Roll the windows up, we got it cloudy, we polluted that

Lotta lotta dope smoke and I'm sipping glue with that

A little measly ten thousand in a Gucci bag

She just wanna fuck me, then pay me for a Louie bag

She just wanna fuck me, then pay me for a Louie bag

Probably tryna line me up, fuck is all my shooters at

We still holdin' this shit, need some hoes in your whip

You niggas ain't eatin', there's a hole in your lip

When the feds find this load, they probably pose with this shit

My pops money, I'm lil' money, got a nose for this shit

We still holdin' this shit, need some hoes in your whip

You niggas ain't eatin', there's a hole in your lip

When the feds find this load, they probably pose with this shit

My pops money, I'm lil' money, got a nose for this shit