[Intro: Kentry]
Man, you know how the fuck we coming, man, OTB, GuttaGang shit, yeah
You know what we been on, man, I ain't gon' even cap witcha (Oh, man, it's the chronic, don't even worry about it)

[Verse 1: Kentry & LG Malique]
Thinking you tough, lil' boy, yeen ain't no gangster (Yeah)
Don't know why they trust you, they know you a stranger (Glah)
On God, when we catch you, just know you in danger (Bitch)
Hop out, beat your ass like we Power Rangers
Just kill yourself, tryna do you a favor (On gang)
Flow on this beat, man, I feel like [?][0:26] (On gang)
Might slide on your bitch, so you better go save her (Yeah)
Roll up with them bitches, smoke some' like a vapor (Glah, bah)
Just like a brace, I just want the neck (Yeah)
Weed might be lacеd, so why crumble that? (On gang)
Heard you got that sack, mane, just fumblе that (Get you)
I might just go take it, I'm feeling upset (Get you)
Blunt smoke your ass, man, I wonder who next (Lemme blow it)
Smoke your whole gang, then be higher than a jet
You say you gon' kill me, that feel like a threat
You say you gon' kill me, that feel like a threat (He ain't on shit)
Always clutching on toolies (Bitch), boy, you need to stop, n***a (For real)
As a fucking youngin (What I been?), I always been a hot n***a (On the gang)
Bitch, I'm from Ash Street (Where I was at?), I was on the block, n***a (For real)
With them oldheads (Boom, boom), teach me how to rob n***as (Glah)
Put your hands in the air like we giving you five
Me and lil' Sour fosho gonna slide
And yeah, when we slide (Boom), you better not hide (On gang)
We gon' look through the hood to see if he outside
Boy, when we catch you, like chicken, you fried
Pop at your house like it's an surprise (Yeah)
I heard you switched gangs, boy, stick to one side (Uh, Malique)
And this just a message and boy, you know why (Bitch-ass n***a)
[Verse 2: LG Malique & Kentry]
Ayy, Kentry X Malique, if he go, you know I'ma go, n***a (Hol' up, yeah)
Never been a bitch and I ain't never been weak, I'ma fuck around and bodybag a ho n***a (Glah)
Raised on Cherry like a n***a love fruit, self-made rich n***a, I ain't never wear a suit
Put a hole in a n***a like I took a big scoop, you ain't never [?][1:28] tell the truth
Really rich, the hood had strips [?][1:31] broke a n***a heart when he lied, the fuck n***a tried
Really ain't got no heart, put oil on their feet, and the n***a still ain't gon' slide
Threw the boy the gun and he panicked, romantic-ass n***a what you is, bet he got on pink panties
Son don't leave the house without that strap, they ashamed if my mama knew the gun came in handy (On gang)
Tatted on my arm and my neck, and the only thing I'm 'bout to get is charms and a check
College bitch gon' leave me sneak off in her dorm and do sex, know some n***as who'll pop you like a corn, I don't flex
I'm a topnotch n***a, so you know I gotta tax, I don't fuck with a mouse, but I'll rat-a-tat-tat
Big pole with a fat head looking like a Brat, and how the fuck I'ma go cap when I don't even wear a hat?
Ayy, what's really going on?
Know a couple n***as who'll put it to your dome
Know some Compton n***as who ain't coming back home
Know a couple n***as who'll kill for a song
I know a lotta folks in the world, they ain't never got swerved
On that boy twenty times when I kill him on the curb (Glah)
Lil' n***a, what you talking? [?][2:12] in the dirt
I'm like, "Boy, that go that van," and to the fans, I swirl (Malique)

[Outro: LG Malique]
Mm-mm, mm-mm-mm, mm-mm-mm, mm, mm (He don't want smoke)
He don't want smoke (Unh-uh), nah, he just wan' talk on internet (Ah, damn)
Unh-uh (Yeah), he don't want this (Goddamn, goddamn)
He don't want smoke (Grrlah), he just gonna talk on internet (Bitch)
[Outro]
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