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AOT, run that shit up. Run, through that shit. Do a nigga bad with the.23. Or this four pound. Or that four sev. Let that gun sound. Love that SK. Let that drum sound. Any nigga in the way getting gunned down. Do nigga bad with the.23. Or this four pound. Or that four sev. Let that gun sound. Love that SK. Let that drum sound. Any nigga in the way getting gunned down. Shots to the face'll leave a nigga looking Rearranged. Real hot bullets shoot through the Pavement and leave no remains. You niggas bitches, I easily see it. I got a glizzy with a drum and that Bitch is a demon. That K the baby come In handy for every season. We hop out, shoot that nigga up, that's wherever He leakin'. I been thuggin' since a baby, you just came Along. These hoes buss it for the soldiers and The Baby Stones. Really flamed up, ridin' 'round With ammunition. Every time that I step, I do it with precision. I apologize, mama, make my own decisions. God watchin' over me in the streets so I Keep good intentions. But if a nigga play with Dicey, that's the wrong decision. It get detrimental, everything for a reason, Don't do the accidentals. Have a bitch cross the borderline puttin' packs in Rentals. Do a nigga bad with the.23. Or this four pound. Or that four sev. Let that gun sound. Love that SK. Let that drum sound. Any nigga in the way getting gunned down. Do nigga bad with the.23. Or this four pound. Or that four sev. Let that gun sound. Love that SK. Let that drum sound. Any nigga in the way getting gunned down. Pull up on me tennis, guaranteed he gettin' dumped Out. When Brad shot, my niggas still slidin' with Them throw outs. The youngest nigga bang the J Side with them blow outs. Them niggas over there scared to cross that line, Ain't no bout. If you not fully bangin' in This field, hang your flag up. I got a couple killers, if I call 'em, They gon' smash up. I'm mixin' all designer in This foreign, got my bag up. Your bitch all on my dick, she kinda miss, I bet she mad, huh? I still get that Bag with or without you, what you mad for? Some family try to snake me, I'll still open Up that back door. Got KelTech Mac K's for Them niggas that'll ask for it. My nigga got a beano in that drum, he Paid a bag for it. It's August street in Lee, you bang that block, you gettin' taxed for The realest of 'em all to knock that dumb Shit, fled the task force. Body for body, you be the mother, niggas mad For it. Body for body, you be the mother, Niggas mad for a nigga bad with the.23. Or this four pound. Or that four sev. Let that gun sound. Love that SK. Let that drum sound. Any nigga in the way getting gunned down. Do nigga bad with the.23. Or this four pound. Or that four sev. Let that gun sound. Love that SK. Let that drum sound. Any nigga in the way getting gunned down. It's J Gang, playin' with the land and we Gon' gun 'em down. The only time I'm runnin' When you see me tryna chase a down. I love a bad bitch with face tats and Her complexion brown. And she keep it solid, fuck The love, can you just hold it down? She said she into thugs but I can't tell Because she fuck with clowns. Run 'em down, if You ain't pullin' skits then you can't come around. Hop up in the foreign and I swerve it Like a bucket now. Hop up in the foreign And I swerve it like a bucket now. That's your bitch, she let me fuck, she let Me bust her down. I was slidin' in a Bucket, hittin' a hundred down Buckingham. Now we slidin' big foreigns like the sunroof down. I just Baby Stone boogie on your block 'til The sun go down. Man, we kept on slidin' Past the sauce until the sun go down. We seen them lackin', six more shots'll make my Gun go pow. My mama prayin' like, "Goddamn, Why son so wild?" Blow so many niggas in The streets so I can't even smile. A nigga bad with the.23. Or this four pound. Or that four sev. Let that gun sound. Love that SK. Let that drum sound. Any nigga in the way getting gunned down. Do nigga bad with the.23. Or this four pound. Or that four sev. Let that gun sound. Love that SK. Let that drum sound. Any nigga in the way getting gunned down.