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Fuck a footage, Nuski died in my face I knew I lost my family, I seen the color of the tape His momma still mad, so I gave her a break Break, bitch So long she startin' to think that I'm fake Chino, Asap, Pluto, Moski, Tayski, I can't live without them Gutta, that's Zoo brother I don't know him, but heard a lot about him Get smoked if you caught without it Thinkin' 'bout a pass, I doubt it Opps took so many factors, had to go and buy some choppers Niggas killed your homie, you ain't even ride Me and Booka from the Lam back to Steve Drive Folk 'nem extra Folk 'nem four, five deep On Pluto, Folk 'nem desperate Shooting shit with no mask on Fuck it 'cause Folk 'nem catching Have a kickback on your block We poppin' in every way Why he keep on talking like we won't turn him into a day? Niggas snake me once, then it's fuck niggas And you know we Muslim, so they had to keep the blood in 'em This will knock you cold, ain't nobody put no slugs in 'em Smoking on that Zeko, Fat Head, Tutu, Tooka, Lil Marc, Jojo Yes, we do it! (Gang) Songtexte Doo-doo (Ooh, ooh) Doo-doo L'A lost his blood, nigga If it was me, the one, they always had star, nigga And we was having heart to heart discussions Long nights in them trenches, shootouts bussin' Fuck the opps, we smoke Brick up in the lobby Got five brothers, they down for them bodies Nobody told Six ain't got no love in 'em Niggas out here spelling loyal, ain't got love in it These niggas bold Lil Boo told me how it was, nigga All eyes on us, don't trust niggas I feel his soul Pull that AK, let up Ain't a opp out here I'm letting up on Stello died for this shit, ain't letting up on 'em And I cried for that shit, this shit heavy on me (Yeah) Free all my brothers, I gotta go get 'em Can't tell you the story 'cause I'ma die with 'em You beefing with Folk 'nem, I cannot get in it If it's not a foreign, I cannot get in it Nobody knows Nobody knows Made this shit when I was all in my feelings In school, we posted up all in the building Your homie had told, but that's not my business (He told) Niggas be trippin' Lil nigga, you know what you did It's crazy, I heard you be fucking with kids (Yeah, heard you fucking with kids) (Murder, murder) Nigga, we ballin' Money to the jail, lawyers and bail Money to the side 'case they be callin' I'ma press one, niggas be dodging We don't do this often Catch a opp and off him Nigga we ball Yeah, yeah 600, 600 (600), Snitch-K Yeah, yeah 600 (600) 600 (600) Snitch-K (Snitch-K) 600 (600) 300 (300) 300 (300) Aus Songtexte Mania