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Pull up on gang when I'm in the mood

They banging something Sinisterful

I'm a big apple dude so yeah I got a attitude

Fuck a hand out I don't need no fucking gratitude

I can do what you can do but you can't do what I do

Know some real niggas that will gang up and sife you

They don't do no one on ones

And still be talking hand guns

South side been so hot

The north had to turn up

Blood flowing over and the streets all burned up

Car jacking and shoot outs

Niggas trying to find a way out

Niggas trying to get paid now

Nigga wait hold up lay down

They about to spray rounds

Play dead til the ambulance sound

First gun came from the big bro

Shit came like a hand me down

MC got the mic nigga

MC got the hammer now

Stupid bitch don't touch this

Hands out my pocket

She trying to get high

But ain't wanna touch my cock pit

Alpha to omega gang be on some god shit

I'm a apex predator

Yeah I'm something caustic

I don't care if I'm toxic

Shut bitch just vomit

I'm ahead of this mosh pit

Thoughts be chaotic

Auto matic

Talk crazy I'm pop shit

I'm a skin nigga I can't afford no first hit

Hold up let me reverse him

I'm skilled like that I'll merk him

Bar for bar I'll serve him

New wave I'm surfing

Bitchs be observant

Bitch niggas too they always lurking

Pull up on gang when I'm in the mood

Woo woo

Pull up on gang when I'm in the mood

Woo woo

Pull up on gang when I'm in the mood

Woo woo

Aey pull up on gang

Stupid

I'm high as fuck

Gang pull up on gang

Yikes

Elli uqahs

Shut the fuck up

Put the beat in a cast

Body bag toe tag up on that ass

Yeah

You know what I mean

That's all yaa getting for now

That's how I'm doing it from now on

Yeah

What's up you still here listening to my voice

Enriching isn't it

I'm done

Run it back if you want more

Pull up on gang gang

Pull up on gang

Pull up on gang gang

Gang

Pull up on gang

Sell off

Shout out my nigga black out

Aey

Shout out my nigga kilo

Aey

Bandsome

My son sneaky shout out my homey sneaky

Just too live add him on the gram

Hit him on the cloud

You know what I'm saying

Chief justices all my chop city niggas

Shout out to you

Them niggas be making my clothes

That's why I be looking so fresh in these streets

Cuz yaa don't got what I got on

It ain't in the stores

It's exclusive

You know what I'm saying

Gang

I got exquisite niggas in my corner

I don't gotta talk about my shooters

Everyone got shooters

It's the environment

I got business niggas

Shout out my nigga bob

Getting that money in the stock market and shit

Young nigga get young nigga get it

Don't stop

You know what I'm saying

Shout out the O G's holding it down

Niggas like Ed rock my producer

You know what I'm saying

Shout out Chris

My son shisten one elev

Gang