Nigga that shit together sweaty ass cheeks, nigga
Keep it y'all it gangsta y'all
My niggaz thug out, you getting out These getting loc'ed out When we smoke out, 'cause we out to bomb out
Here ye, here ye, all the hawgs Fresh the whole tank, bouncin' up the walls Dub-cee, the bandanna president, the gauge on the ghetto Rollin' through y'all
Runnin' the scene this is the king of the out baby in my new busta's Gangstas, all of gangstas, none of them let me see up throw ya heaterz up
Ladies, OG'z, sorry that I've gone But now I'm to get my walk on Swang with the game as I out and touch ya Turn the cup up and get ignorant on motherfucker
Mayday, mayday, back in out cars, calling out cars Dip, skip the lane with the bang, bang, bang, jangle Hoppin' out the SS all them angles Dub-shiest deep the scrilla, and I've got my
Hell yeah, the motherfucking 1 to the 2 to the 3 to the, Look at these g'z working these ass sopranos Here come the Villain another heater With motherfucking Dub nigga in the
On my while I west west y'all Grab that microphone and I test y'all baritone be like all over y'all
Who wanna with that Black nigga Ren? Like the Don I'm supreme hustling Dub-cee, give a fuck if these bitches love me
I wanna bang, I wanna I slang, from the side, do it now It's do or die, we can ball till the fall off And let these motherfuckers they gotta peel us off
I bang, I wanna ride I wanna slang, the side, do it now It's do or die, we can ball till the wheels off And let these motherfuckers know they peel us off
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Upon 'em again and I'm er running 'em again, at it With da-da-day, with Dub it, let your flag hang from your back pocket
on 'em, on 'em, on 'em can't none of 'em Eat with me, eat my style but y'all get rid of me I heard y'all C-Walking now, yeah who taught What you could say
Nigga why I oughta smack all the out of you Beat the out of you, get at 'em dumping, stomping Dippin' in the 600, saggin' in my overalls Finger and thumb it, run This gangsta shit Dub-Cee
Here son, steady I come through punking Y'all think y'all rollies, shooting them high like Kobe So up and kneel to these West side parolees And pass the blunt, 'cause none of y'all can it
We got the (We got the bitches) We got the (We got the riches)
We got the (We hit the switches) We got every fucking thing you And we can get it ass nigga, if we don't
We got the (We got the bitches) We got the (We got the riches)
We got the (We hit the switches) We got fucking thing you want And we can get it ass nigga, if we don't
Who that nigga that you fucking When you to hear some motherfucking nigger shit Call the villain and I'll hot lyric Waltonville to hit your nigga ren with it need to quit it
This shit legendary, around it and yo mama get buried Your first and that bitch you just married Who give a fuck pop baby, she just carried
Hubbin' all black my fucking skin tone How the fuck you gon' talk about the villain, you a Bitin' every you bust, who gave all y'all balls to cuss? Weak motherfuckers say us
So if it ain't Ruff, it ain't my Might a bit mad at the bitch ate my dick Hate my clique, 'cause I won't hit A nigga I ain't fucking wit'
I bang, I wanna ride I slang, from the side, do it now It's do or die, we can till the wheels fall off And let these motherfuckers know they peel us off
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