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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