Drug Ring

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ShredGang Mone - Rap, Midwest Rap

Drug Ring

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[Intro: BandGang Lonnie Bands] (1-800 for you) Stop rappin' my life, nigga Ayy [Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands & ShredGang Mone] When I say I'm finna crank it up, I'm freezin' up these water P's I'm finna take a trip to Bangkok and get some poppy seeds All my money come USD, the blow Chinese I'm done duckin' the FBDs, tell 'em come indict me Bro showed me the ropes and I got caught up in the drug ring If one fall, then we pass the ball like it's rugby That acetol stretch an eight-ball to a Kobe When it's time to play ball, Lonnie do the coaching We gon' get some money off that lane bеfore we smokin' Three differеnt lanes, three different drugs rollin' (Shred) Fuck the Benz off a 'caine playin' green, brought the roll (Shred) Nine off that purple rain with your rapper bands on me [Verse 2: ShredGang Mone] I'm back on that time, tuck that shit 'cause I'm a Jackboy Lost a lil' bit, couple Shreds got me back goin' Catch me in the city, bitch, you know the strap pokin' If I ever hit a nigga, got what he was askin' for Big Drac', wouldn't even think I'm skinny Call me Uncle 2 Glocks, I get active with the glizzies Shit, I'm the one that turned a rapper to a news clip Thirty hangin' out the fin like a pool stick Press me must mean he pressed 'bout a bitch Press me, guaranteed he won't press it again Press sleep, then his ass goin' sleeping with the fishes It's all fun and games 'til I'm creepin' with this pistol, nigga [Verse 3: Veeze] Fell in love with makin' all the Glocks automatic Bro, I ain't killin' for no money, I think it's his passion It's five hundred in my cup, got expensive habits Put a 30 on his head, tell him fuck the cameras Sandwich bags, baking soda in the kitchen cabinet Boy, that lil'-ass advance, spent that shit on fashion My niggas into Shred, shreddin' when I'm askin' You go against the mob, we'll kill your family I earned a lot of stripes shootin' blues down to Cincinnati I know that the feds watch our moves, they can never catch me He only want a 'bow, boy, you coppin' petty My plug got so much sand, think we in Miami

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