Yeah they ain’t expecting sh#t, man
You know we just gonna pull up
We gon’ kick him in the dome
We just gon’ take whatever he got, you know
It’s a set up type thing
Uh, uh
Living just another day, thankful that I still exist
Go and hit my woman n#gg# ‘fore I had to break your trait
AK-47 and my ‘leven with a custom grip
Rearrange it down with a swift, little pistol whip
Grills up in your mouth boy, I hope that they ain’t permanent
Smack ’em to to the ground, run it, pack is finna gank a b#tch
Headquarter in the A, plus somehow now I got a brick
Years is going missing, gone and check the calculations b#tch
You know what they doin’, lay it down, lay it down, hoe
Ganking what we doing, b#tch I’m kicking in the front door
It’s a sеt up, playa go ahead and give me all your richеs
Comin’ in hot for your punk #ss sons of b#tches
You know what they doin’, lay it down, lay it down, hoe
Ganking what we doing, b#tch I’m kicking in the front door
It’s a set up, playa go ahead and give me all your riches
Comin’ in hot for your punk #ss sons of b#tches
Told that m#th*rf#ck*r I don’t like to do this violent sh#t
He shoulda picked up his phone the first time
Could have avoided all this b#llsh#t
Big mistake, big f#cking mistake
Baseball bat to the backyard glass door
This what happen when you don’t give us what we ask for
b#tch we had a plan, why you backing out fast for?
Now it’s much to ask what we brought the whole cast for
Combat, booze, make a b#tch get loose
If my nails weren’t done I’d take your whole tooth
You know what it is, what you’re trying to loose?
It’s a set up playa, give us all the loot
You know what they doin’, lay it down, lay it down, hoe
Ganking what we doing, b#tch I’m kicking in the front door
It’s a set up, playa go ahead and give me all your riches
Comin’ in hot for your punk #ss sons of b#tches
You know what they doin’, lay it down, lay it down, hoe
Ganking what we doing, b#tch I’m kicking in the front door
It’s a set up, playa go ahead and give me all your riches
Comin’ in hot for your punk #ss sons of b#tches
Combat, booze, make a b#tch get loose
If my nails weren’t done I’d take your whole tooth
Rearrange it down with a swift, little pistol whip
Them grills up in your mouth boy, I hope that they ain’t permanent
You know what they doin’, lay it down, lay it down, hoe
You know what they doin’, lay it down, lay it down, hoe
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