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[Verse 1: ShredGang Strap] Swear to god i can't get high enough Blew a 3.5 with your bitch got her high as fuck Gotta get these bands when you broke ain't no playing round Main shooter, pick it up when that play down Run up in your trap, where the bricks nigga lay down Come back chhirping with them birds, like i'm A-town Lil nigga it ain't shit to finesse It's called lead work, bitch watch me run up a check Sad to say that these nigga really fucked up How you fucked up, speaking on other niggas fucked up That's fucked up, you needa get yo ass fucked up Bout 30 niggas, blue bills, white buffs, black guns Want war, then these pussies can have it Young dog got that drum, see him next with the cannon Told his ass to be careful, don't get caught with the wratchet And if he do strap his nuts on, cock back and blast it, bitch [Verse 2: BandGang Masoe] We run the city, thats something niggas hate to say Most these niggas wearing bugs, so it's only right i spray On the 6, po' 6, damn i feel like dr. dre Court rows, feel like niggas plotting pull out rock the K Had a bad day, tommorow i'ma do it better City cold, so i blew some pros on this Gucci sweater Only bi bitches blunter, or the fucking good Babymama say i ain't nobody think i'm Hollywood Don't say a word to me nigga, i got hitters with me One call, body all y'all, streeters coming quickly Or i can call my nigga Mone and send a nigga home All you see is nappy head shooting Nigga fuck a comb [Verse 3: ShredGang Mone] Stretch anybody lil nigga, that's my favorite sport Niggas real tough until they fight a case in court Niggas hit the stand, shake his hand, turn his face and point Telling on everybody cause he can't face the joint Ayy my niggas point and then i aim Up the chopper, let it spit, knock ya straight up out yo frame Eat a nigga, up topper, man i gotta take his chain Niggas think they tough, millz ate us just a ace of spades Justa black nigga, playing these hoes like Flava Flav Don't get on no more tip, cause i swear he a let the [?] spray Niggas running they mouth, lil boy come and make my day Cause talking out the fucking way, gone get yo ass blew today Up the chopper, hit record but nah i ain't Supa Ray Catching bodies, i'm on number 2 body for the day Lurking Glock 40's, and my niggas ain't finna play I'm on tip, don't be nothing but 3 or 4 a day [Verse 4: BandGang Jizzle P] Jumping in and out of shit, switch it up on 15 Watch me hit the dash on this bitch, SRT 200 buff boys, yal niggas move slow Everything, we got it, up to debt we don't move slow Minks to the [?],lil nigga we pull snow And this bitch bear, hell nah i don't get cold But Lyytes coke white like the buffs, ghost Cutting up in that vet, this bitch ride like a ghost Bitch we them [?] boys, buff boys and got ice in them Every [?] young king, like Mike hit it 20 through that bam blew out nigga Summer mines, everyday gone be a luau nigga They ain't fucking with us, on my mama nigga we get it SRTs to the fuck that every whip we in it Switching lanes, never buffs and never changing It's gonna stay the same, til i die, that's on my name [Verse 5: Fat Dev ] Woke up with 20, feeling like i need another 10 Bitch it's the family, all we know is fucking win Niggas snitching they fucking the code up Bitches tripping, when they see us in person they go nuts Niggas pussy when we see them in person they froze up Good ice, when you see us in person we froze up P8 just blew the rolli, Sweats blew the rolli Streets just left the sting and he just threw a fucking olli And i been getting money since the hallways at Coney Oh god we blessing bitches, got the gang feeling holy Biggs hit [?], left with a ice chain Rodes just hit [?] and put 20 in his frame Paid got black buffs with ice , it ain't a thing I would name the whole gang, but that be too many names You will get yo ass stretched reaching for a gold chain Like Mas i want the money, you can have this fucking fame [Verse 6: Wytes ] I told her roll a nigga G, cause i like the way it smell Judge wanted 10 bands, my nigga still made a bail Man it's so simple, one ball, we all ball It's bandgang or no gang, we already told yal Bout to kill the high way, cause i just got that roll call Talking first 48, im riding with my roll dawg [?] stuff these pills and left me zero for these phones A thick bitch that can take dick, i swear i love these freaky hoes Fucking with a go getter who about all pros Gotta get that money, bitch this the green zone 6 sprites to be exact, we out here thugging in these trenches 40 when its go time, you will never catch me slipping Niggas bout that real life, cause we out here tryna bubble If you broke, you a ham , you either hustle or you struggle And if the feds watching, then you pussies doing time A deep nigga tryna ball like im andy harris Bandgang