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(Dimzy) You said that its ammi That's not ammi That pack there come hard ash .44's mad .44 spins That shit sounds like a car crash On the main road with 20 of my woes Had a big 12 gauge in my rucksack My young niggas drill Like Itch and Sizz 10 toes in the drive with a book bag (LD) And we're pulling up anywhere Letting off corn from everywhere You ain't gang Then you can't make a penny here New racks , new guns That's every year (x2) You said that its ammi That's not ammi That pack there come hard ash .44's mad .44 spins That shit sounds like a car crash SongtexteJump out gang We pulled up like "Where's all the opps , where they fryin at?" Corn got slapped Niggas tried run Now there's feds on the ends tryna dug man I'm tryna do music I'm tryna do bootings I'm tryna break down these two packs From qway back Man had poles pushed back to the Brix Man, boot that Now we pull up in trucks 3-litre dingers with spinners Now we pull up with pumps Don got left on the mains Like don got hit by the bus In skengs we trust So I trust these things and stuff Fuck a driveby, mans never pullin up Jump out like Yo what's up? (Whats good?) Then I go smoke a 3.5 to the lung Smoke in my lungs and smoke in my gun (Dimzy) You said that its ammi That's not ammi That pack there come hard ash .44's mad .44 spins That shit sounds like a car crash On the main road with 20 of my woes Had a big 12 gauge in my rucksack My young niggas drill Like Itch and Sizz 10 toes in the drive with a book bag (LD) And we're pulling up anywhere Letting off corn from everywhere You ain't gang Then you can't make a penny here New racks , new guns That's every year (x2) Civilians or not, man's coming See bare man running Live corn in my gun Fill to the brim Peel live drumming All these oppers that's fucking with gang Only fucking with gang cuz we real Fly birds and we make them bands And they know that my Sixties drill Drill em 'til a nigga stay still I don't rap cuz I'm tryna get a deal FaceTime when I saw that opp And I pedaled my bike right back to the hill Can't swerve around here, man'll burst him TO got the phone lines twerking Cool grub get the young boys working If you feel he's a fed, don't serve him Feds lurk for the gang It's so mad I switched up things I ain't tryna get grabbed Just re-d up now we mow dis trap 2 birds up, put my faith in this cap Nearly every week man loads up straps See us pulling up in any mans flat Skrrr! Three man down , one .44 banged (Dimzy) You said that its ammi That's not ammi That pack there come hard ash .44's mad .44 spins That shit sounds like a car crash On the main road with 20 of my woes Had a big 12 gauge in my rucksack My young niggas drill Like Itch and Sizz 10 toes in the drive with a book bag (LD) And we're pulling up anywhere Letting off corn from everywhere You ain't gang Then you can't make a penny here New racks , new guns That's every year (x2) Aus Songtexte Mania