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[Intro: Lefty Gunplay] (Bandz on this, damn james!) It's Lefty Gunplay [Verse 1: Lefty Gunplay & RJmrLA] I said 626-693-6269, hit Gunplay on the hotline (Ring, ring) Mind of a maniac, but I lost mine (What?) So what if I knocked you, bitch? You ain't that fine I like it when you get on top and spell my name, ho I don't give a fuck, it's the real-life Bang Bro (Yeah) I'm a real one, I put my bitch on the table I 'member I was in Ironwood with no cable And they know that I make way more And in my hood, it pours, ain't no motherfuckin' rainbow (Yup) And I'm the greatest Latino rapper of all time I made it this far, hold up, ho, I got a show tonight I play bitches like an arcade Who would've thought that Gunplay would have took it this far, man? I used to look up to RJ (Uh-huh) I put the knife in thе blue glove as soon as I heard thе yard came I put the bustdown on my blue Cartiers I fucked down all the bitches from Dames N' Games I fucked most of the bitches from the Sam's, I ain't playin' I fucked most of the bitches at Saturn, I'm the man (Damn) [Chorus: Lefty Gunplay] Yeah, running, running, running, running, running, running Running up a bag from like Tuesday to Tuesday On the gang, Pro Club, we wear like Gucci She gon' buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it down, bitch Yeah, let me see you buss it down, bitch Bust it, bust it, buss it, buss it [Verse 2: RJmrLA] Make it buss, bitch, and the wrist buss Had pounds on the bus, she gon' suck 'til it bust, uh (Uh-huh) You just flew her out of town for the nut, huh? (Uh-huh) You the nigga paid her rent for the month, huh? (On God) You gon' treat her out the town, get her drunk She gon' bring it home to me, I'ma fuck her like a slut, huh? (RJ) Run it up in these new Dior Dunks (Uh-huh) Comin' up, I had 'em doin' more stunts, ayy (Skrrt) Juice and Lefty, we gon' double up the skits We gon' slide on my opps, hit yours, and then dip (Skrrt) Niggas love to pop it 'til they face on a 'fit This that tape on a grip, niggas tastin' the clip, nigga (Uh-huh) [Chorus: Lefty Gunplay] Yeah, running, running, running, running, running, running Running up a bag from like Tuesday to Tuesday On the gang, Pro Club, we wear like Gucci (Yeah) She gon' buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it down, bitch Yeah, let me see you buss it down, bitch Bust it, bust it, buss it, buss it [Outro] (Bandz on this, damn james!) Or telephone number will be monitored and recorded Or have a prepaid call You will not be charged for this call To accept this call, say or dial five now Cousin, what's the motherfuckin' deal, nigga? It's Pac-Man, bro Shit, a nigga proud of you, my nigga, keep your foot on these niggas' necks, bro Man, these niggas ain't knowin', bro, the history, my nigga, on that 115, man You and big bro laughin' at me and JB fightin' on the bus, that shit crazy You have one minute left Ayy, but a nigga proud of you, bro, keep grindin', my nigga Nigga walkin' these calendars down, bro, nigga be home soon, my nigga Nigga got you, my nigga, you a real one, bro Stay hungry, stay humble, niggas love you, bro One