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Featuring Bloody Jay & Wooh Da Kid (Hook) If I front his ass a pack, and he run off with the work I'ma send the youngins at him, he gonn get his ass mugged Off with his head, off with his head Heard he talking shit about me, when I see him we gonn bust We don't do no fuckin talking, in the squad I'ma trust Off with his head, off with his head (Verse) Shoot in the club like I'm sean, beat a nigga ass like I'm alley Nigga won't LA me, how the fuck this world gonn see me What the fuck this world coming to One deep scrap with my boo No hesitation she gonn shoot, red bottom her shoes Celine on her back, zipper mine that's a black bag Shoot first, put it on my fact I don't straight shove a pyru 9 ball spank even room For them 3 I'm gonn shoot Free the these but jay woo The chop sticks when you're full (Hook) If I front his ass a pack, and he run off with the work SongtexteI'ma send the youngins at him, he gonn get his ass mugged Off with his head, off with his head Heard he talking shit about me, when I see him we gonn bust We don't do no fuckin talking, in the squad I'ma trust Off with his head, off with his head (Verse) Ballin on your head, we will, uh, I mean Talk to him, off with his head, whole lot of blood Get shed, blood, ice in his reck Pressure bloods pipes, tell a nigga gets scared I don't fear niggas, feds Matter fact, fuck the feds Round ricko, body time in the nino Matter fact you are uno, Before you get a dose 30 lean the antidote Quick to let that hammer go, where the ammo go In about to get a lit up in a hoe 3 more, free row Been taken, 3 word, super soaked, red shirt Waka with me, red shirts, dick be like the red socks I will leave that one shot, bang, headshot (Hook) If I front his ass a pack, and he run off with the work I'ma send the youngins at him, he gonn get his ass mugged Off with his head, off with his head Heard he talking shit about me, when I see him we gonn bust We don't do no fuckin talking, in the squad I'ma trust Off with his head, off with his head (Verse) My strap cold, rain man, we ball that shit hammer time We bumming up on the referee, ps amo we feelin fine Of with your h.e.a.d. you fuck nigga My young nigga just 5 2, so no need to duck nigga Bought a pistol, you brink it Woo da kid my name, bitch What the fuck is you thinking? M street where I bang bitch Thugging went back to the 9 hoes In the home with you want 9 hoes Swearing on Christ and I put it on my life At the same time fuck 9 hoes My young boy got young boys Don't fuck around or die young boy My young nigga he 16, he walk around with that gun nigga If I front your pack better bring it back Off with your head can't get it back Hit it then click, then you hear a crack Off with your brain like one sap! (Hook) If I front his ass a pack, and he run off with the work I'ma send the youngins at him, he gonn get his ass mugged Off with his head, off with his head Heard he talking shit about me, when I see him we gonn bust We don't do no fuckin talking, in the squad I'ma trust Off with his head, off with his head. Aus Songtexte Mania