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Quin NFN

"Gang sh*t"

Hook:
Hit a stain, get a pack
Get it gone, stack it up, saying sh*t
b*tches f*ck, kick em out, hit the block
Get up on that gang sh*t
Never cared, bout a b*tch
Money call, then im on my way b*tch
Popping sh*t, got a stick, choppa kick
n*gga thats lu-kang sh*t

Hit a stain, get a pack
Get it gone, stack it up, saying sh*t
b*tches f*ck, kick em out, hit the block
Get up on that gang sh*t
Never cared, bout a b*tch
Money call, then im on my way b*tch
Popping sh*t, got a stick, choppa kick
n*gga thats lu-kang sh*t

Verse 1:
And they know i got rolls on me
And these n*ggas is jacking, so i gotta poll on me
She snatching the soul on me
Soon as i get to the crib, she was taking the clothes off me
And i ain't got no bro’s, homie
Cause i got in the jail, with my partner he told on me
How the f*ck you gon fold, homie
Now wassup with these n*ggas
T-bo he gon blow for me
I never give a f*ck, 2pac hit em up
Neon missed the uber, he gon pick him up
Put the sack in motion, now they give it up
Gucci, Louis, all designer, switch it up
Treat her like she average when i get a nut
n*gga talking reckless, he ain't did enough
Treat him like a jacket, how we zip em up
Dont be trynna be, cause you ain't stiff enough

Hook:
Hit a stain, get a pack
Get it gone, stack it up, saying sh*t
b*tches f*ck, kick em out, hit the block
Get up on that gang sh*t
Never cared, bout a b*tch
Money call, then im on my way b*tch
Popping sh*t, got a stick, choppa kick
n*gga thats lu-kang sh*t

Hit a stain, get a pack
Get it gone, stack it up, saying sh*t
b*tches f*ck, kick em out, hit the block
Get up on that gang sh*t
Never cared, bout a b*tch
Money call, then im on my way b*tch
Popping sh*t, got a stick, choppa kick
n*gga thats lu-kang sh*t

Verse 2:
Ain't sticking di*k in b*tches cause i get around
n*ggas eating suckers, cause you still a clown
Run on me to check, cause they will send em down
Pass a b*tch around, we gon lay em down
New shoes, new shirt, new whip, new b*tch, dub n*gga
n*ggas like “lil Quin hot as f*ck”, and im like duh n*gga
Real n*ggas get the bag, if you don't, then i can't f*ck witchu
She a sl*t, tee her up, move around, why would i cuff n*gga
Pop a dose and i can't even think straight, cause it got me stuck n*gga
And big bro done got out by his partner, thas why i dont trust n*ggas
My n*ggas on dumb, baby
Its a wrap for your top like a motherf*cking lunch lady
In the mouth like a tongue, baby
And they know i get bread, i ain't f*cking with crumbs baby
Like a bee you get stung, baby
Imma hit her with di*k, now i got that b*tch sprung baby
Got this gas like a tum baby
You get nic with this cannon my n*ggas got drums baby
I be rapping for fun baby
And im giving em help all this sh*t just begun baby
I ain't going for nun baby
We ain't giving em 1 but we giving em sum baby
Got them rounds like a plum baby
I be popping your b*tch like a young n*gga plunge baby
On the mic i go dumb crazy
1 position that b*tch cause a young n*gga dumb lazy
On gang

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