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Thirty on the scale, weigh it up and then go sell You know I keep that shell like I work at Taco Bell Get my pack straight through the mail, got a cane on me no player Heard a nigga dissed the block, load the Glock, let's give him hell If a nigga lookin' strange to us, we smoke him like angel dust No uniform but that forty tucked, you say the wrong thing, I bust You better listen, this is not fiction Keep me a thirty extension, clip hangin' out like a lynching Somebody just called, they ex missing I hit her ass up, [?] One ear open, I hear everything I heard them niggas sneak dissin', tryna get some fame I think them niggas want some clout, or a name I'ma pull up at they house and let that forty bang All my niggas real hitters, they don't miss a thing, or a mane Flag hang to the left but all my niggas every gang (that's on my mama) Heard them niggas wanna kill me I'd rather catch a case or fucking plead guilty Niggas want me six feet but I'm six feet with a filthy Cougars, I love them cougars, my bitch filthy Rugers, I bust them Rugers, then start dipping Weapons, we aimin' steady, we not missing Sevens, you see them sevens, bitch we cripping Liver, these niggas Chicken Little, 'cause they snitching Bitches, they be bitching, come together like a stitching One day I will be up on the big screen (that's on my mama) SongtexteHah, like I said I'm a crip but my info bang red Your team ain't ate but them niggas still fed You know I'm big grape, should get it tatted on my head (Yeah yeah yeah) Hah, like I said I'm a crip but my info bang red Your team ain't ate but them niggas still fed You know I'm big grape, should get it tatted on my head (Word word word word) Aus Songtexte Mania