[Hook: Julius Luciano]
We walk around like what's poppin' in this muhfucka
Outlaws like we went Pac up in this muhfucka
Muhfucka, get shot up in this muhfucka
Coffee shit, we'll get something hot up in your muhfucka
Yeah, I'm from the Circle G-A-N-G
I'll merk ya if you tempt me, squeeze that burner til it's empty
We ain't worried about a muhfuckin' thing
Shoe muhfuckin' Gang, we them muhfuckas man

[Verse 1: Julius Luciano]
If you never won a war, then you don't want no war
I'mma flatline a n***a like a fuckin' underscore
No give a fuck nor shit, got my Chucks on
With my [?] black belt, call me Chuck Norris
If you see the exit then you need to run for it
When the Tommy aim, turn you to Tommy Hanks, "Run Forrest"
I'm finna fuck your bitch, she pull out them soft tits
I'mma lick alcohol off her, alcoholic
Yeah we givin' out the flus
Unless your names Oscar Pistorius, you ain't runnin' shit without the Shoes
I got a big chopper that'll fuck up your day
My weapons blast, wet ya ass like a fuckin' bidet

[Verse 2: Kenny]
I'm on, get the fuck out my way
And I'm on some phonesex shit, fuck what you say
Call me leafblower, I'mma blow my grass
Too smooth to moon, still I'mma show my ass
I can hardly walk but someone'll drop me off
Hopefully a young tender, possibly a bartender
Once you top me off, I'mma ask her to top me off
Games cold, no hockey talk
Got a prob? We can get down like the humdrums
In this clique I come from, we don't run from
If I shoot it, you won't be fine n***a
This ain't Call of Duty, you won't respawn n***a
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[Verse 3: Andrew 'Dice' Dinero]
If a n***a get to beefin', I'mma blam blam Tecs
I'mma stretch a n***a out like some damn spandex
Yeah my [?] got next, now your run is at the end
Y'all some fuckin' has beens like Van Damme
I'm on my, I'm on my, I'm on my grind, y'all ain't stoppin' that
Let these bullets holla at your spine, call it hollow back
Copy that, I'll be there pistol wavin' bout major business, no business major
Tell the refs throw a flag cuz we on the field trippin'
Y'all got class while my n***as field trippin'
I'mma motherfuckin' ride along, that's the wheel spinnin'
We them mothafuckas, fuck whoever feel different

[Verse 4: Demetrius Capone]
I spit that venomous shit, reminiscent of a killa
Cobra cold as the winter in December, sinister flow n***a it's over
N***a I told ya
We bargin' our way up in this spot brah
Speakin' of a killer cobra, we the fuckin' killer COB brah
Frame all tatted up, dames all gathered up
Get em to my place, get em home late
Get to 4th base like a home plate
Swingin' wood like this baseball, batter up
I kill em when they saw my chain, chainsaw massacre
Okay you probably woke up in a new Bugatti
But I woke up with your boo, finna do your boo in a used jalopy
I'm drivin' your wife crazy like your lady is my passenger
You can bet I smash it cuz I wreck your marriage like wedding crashers
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