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Definitely real, the yellows is real. The whites is clean, you know what I'm sayin'? The blues is monster. I mean, it's the Laffy Taffy chain You know what I'm sayin'? When I rocked it, They start laughin' MMG comin' soon! But in the meantime, we got some other shit To handle. It's so real. Be a fearless nigga, pay attention. Skateboard P been payin' a lot of dues. And I don't know if y'all niggas been payin' Attention. It's so real. Well, if not, This what I'ma be for. DJ Drama, AMG. This that music for the-Gangsta, Gangsta. Star Trak. Yeah. L. Gangsta Grillz. For the most realest, blow dealers, who by the Way are mood spillers, surrounded by gorillas. Yeah, the skateboard. Over trap or die. From Virginia, AKA hustler's paradise. Drama, Drama. The skateboard. Over trap or die. Yeah. The skateboard. Gangsta Grillz. Over trap or die. For the most realest, blow Dealers, who by the way are mood spillers, Surrounded by gorillas. Yeah. Gangsta, gangsta. The skateboard. Over trap or die. From Virginia, AKA hustler's paradise. But don't get it twisted, they be kidnappin' guys. Caught you slippin', your fault, the unmasked eye. The only mathematics is drug traffic. Get it, cook it, cut it, nigga, then wrap It quick. Get yourself a white one, Get your man to match your six. The whities call 'em hip-hop, but they can't rap A lick. Niggas tryin' to case him. The feds is tryin' to chase him. But they got it all designed like the mind Of a Mason. Fresh ice creams, I know you Ain't plan to fall. Turn that white T red like Santa Claus. It's almost sacrilegious the way they practice Business. Gangsta, We call it package risen, the way That drug wakes up the dead. Just for sports cars, it's lipstick red on chrome Deep dishes. The face of the rim is red Like Swedish fishes. Put the car and the rims together and get The sweetest kisses. Clear your head for a second, Leave the weed restricted. I know you think I'm Rappin' fly, but I know niggas that rap and Fly. Why I rap in fly jets, bangin' that Trap or die. I'm a great rapper, shout the crib hustle. Young Yeah. My nigga Young Dro. Talk this. Young Dro, ayy. I could serve slime a day back. Gangsta, June the first, I could whip hope and Bring May back. Oh. Play that. I am a Yugoslavian killer. German bricks, I am a Yugoslavian killer. Gangsta Grillz. Paint spiller, blue-green Chevy. Navy SEAL, Marine ready. Dope same color spaghetti. You know, off-white noodle, yeah. Fly as first, super great. .45 caliber to your chest, super prey Fruit whips, Deuce tre, 'bout to blow my roof away. Yeah. Japanese torpedo. June. 'Bout to blow your coupe away. Yeah. I hustle where I used to stay. I ain't gon' tell 'em all, they gonna stop Me. I'ma come and kill that plug. Ayy, look, ayy, ayy. Ice white grape, white grape J's. Light gray yay, tote twice AK's. Bow, bow. Dice for eight days. Yes. Ocean black waves. Yes. Ocean green Jaguar. Black Yays. Total black days. Gangsta. Big Toto Class eight. Yeah. Mercedes 900, nigga, fuck a 500. Big rocks in my ear, look like a mustard Diamond don't it? Oh, that rhyme, don't it? Yeah. Gotta believe us. Refrigerator rocks, I was born in the freezer. Ayy, Hold up, man. Born in the freezer. Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, Gangsta. my pistols full noted, I'm a G's and Stacks. You can keep the baking soda, Ain't no need for that. Cook crack, money pass off white, Money long. We ball and bring home 'til all The money gone. Ayy. .40 cal leave you numb like you bumped your Funny bone. What the fuck you laughing for? Ain't a damn thing funny, Gangsta Grillz. You live this dangerous life, I could show you The skull and bones. Smooth as Frank Sinatra, but gangsta like Al Capone. It's well known where we from and all the Shit that we done. Whether we proud of it Or not, speak it loud, up not. I take the scoop out a block and then Drop it into a pot. Distribute it to the block, it's easy, believe it Or not. Niggas come all shapes and sizes, but Pistols even the modest. Plain to see he was shot, but nobody speaking To cops. You seize the gun, drop. I'm squeezin' nonstop. I'm missin' double back to kill 'em all in One walk, nigga. Simple as that, man. that's what quality street Music 'posed to sound like. Like a day at the office. Go V. DJ Drama. Oh. Ayy.