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[Intro: BandGang Biggs] (You cut up on this one, JAY C) (MIA JAY C) Woo C'mon now Yeah Yeah [Verse 1: BandGang Biggs] I need a ticket, ain't talkin' Disney World, I'm talkin' millions A milli' can't get in anywhere, that's my admission (Yeah) I'm trippin', I brought a dub out, they think I'm slippin' Why niggas hatin' on the gang? I just don't get it (At all) I'm spazzin', the way I count, she think I'm doin' magic Not average, no Tom Brady, I ain't givin' passes (Nah) I'm savage, my bitch, she bad as hell, but she get ratchet (Damn) Run up on me on some thirsty shit, she get to clappin' My shit exclusive, your shit out of pocket, too much usage (Lame) Just let me see them pussy lips on Live, I think I'm Boosie (Bitch) I don't fuck groupies, 'cause they get hit once, start actin' stupid (Man) I ain't got time for it, I'll leave a ho clueless (Yeah) [Verse 2: BandGang Javar & BandGang Jizzle P] Yeah, the feds watchin' us, but that don't mean shit I don't go in stores no more, I send this cold bitch You would think we on the puppy, she brought me that dog shit I don't fuck with that dog heavy, don't own one pit Ho-ass niggas talkin' crazy, here we go again Mone'll stretch your ass with five and I just gave him ten I wouldn't wanna be you, he just got FN That bitch'll push your shit back, barber with shaky hands I ain't Floyd, fuck I look like tryna box? Dog thought we was 'bout to tussle, got his ass shot FN bullets had his thighs burnin' like squats But right now, that's an open case, I can't say a lot (Ayy) [Verse 3: BandGang Jizzle P] [?] in a foreign right now, just me and brodie Old-school chopper, nickname that bitch Mc'Foley Niggas quick to save a bitch, so heroic When you get money, all these bitches, they be open I'm big steppin' on these niggas, ten-five for Valentinos I'm out in Compton sellin'— to all my migos [?] locked in with my Bloods and I fuck with big C's, though (Ayy) Carry it out, 'cause I ain't fuckin' for no free ho [Verse 4: BandGang Lonnie Bands] On my mama, I just bought a quarterback, Dan Marino I heard you got them bricks, but you a rat, call you Nino You lyin' on these tracks, we call that lil' nigga Leo I heard you out here savin' all these hoes, you the hero I'm really certified in these streets, check my resume I know I hurt these niggas' heart, I know they feel some type of way But they'll never say how they really feel You don't want your mom deuce to find you in a cornfield I don't know about y'all, we pourin' Akorn still Thinkin' about them long roadtrips really give me chills Turnin' out these lil' white bitches just for Emmett Till The bitch got a bust twenty days before she eat a meal Labels really pimpin' these lil' rappers, keep that record deal You would think I'm lyin' if I tell you we gettin' four pills I don't almost rob niggas, I take shit for real Huh, we ain't doin' no attempts, nigga, we kill shit for real