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If you ain't got your stripes, you can't be in the same room with me

Scared to tote a gun, boy you can't fuckin' hang with me
Bang with me, gang with me put my gang on the cases
Hollow shells, DOA rainin' down yo face
Free my twin close the case
Y'all ain't drop shit, mop sticks, AK's and them fuckin' lunatics
Lil boy you ain't with the shits we smoke you like some zazaz
Your brain marinating on the streets like some hot sauce
Gangs on that hot shit, my gangs on that murda case
Hit ya in the face five shots till ya dead mane
Fuck that shit we'll hit you in the fuckin' face
Five murda case cause we'll up that fuckin' murda rate
Hit the club with all my jewels on I got my ice up
If you want that beef we could cook you real quick bruh
Cut ya head off with a fuckin' steak knife bruh
You thinkin' I'm a nice one I ain't with dicer
I'm shootin' shit bang shit my crew OVK that gang shit



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Writer(s): Will Kill
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