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Gang, shoot up, shoot up The shoot up game, shoot up game Ga-ga-ga-ga [?] gang Shoot up, shoot up game, shoot up game Great John on the beat by the way Look I done been through the struggle I see how they talk, why they lyin' in music? And I been through the system There's nowhere to be it's come for that bread or you losin' Watch all them bitches who pickin' and choosin' 'Cause them be the ones have you snoozin' Never get comfy, just stick it and move it Never you learn about what I'm talkin' bout Nigga triple your bands But that money gone be there before you go stretchin' your hand Don't depend on your bitch Use that money to help you select out the fakest of friends Depend on no man Never switch on you mans, or tell on your mans no matter the situation Couple hundreds in hand I stretch it instead and flex like shit was lit I was broke, they ain't give me shit And my class remember how they'd laugh With the gang jokin' in the back [?] for me I was skippin' on Songtexte Made the grip hot nigga pass it off Twist up your bitch and I'm slappin' raw On the 8th block niggas risk it all it was just a call, it was just a call First grip I had I was itchin' for 'em Lucky ain't runnin' a plenty of 'em On the 8th block niggas risk it all, it was just a call, it was just a call They knew my name way before I knew 'em Haters gone hate hope I run into 'em On the 8th block niggas risk it all, it was just a call, it was just a call Clap for me, love it when she make it clap for me No homo the game make it clap for me Don't come and get left in the past for me Love my lil' bitch, said I love my lil' bitch She spittin' so nastily I love my lil' bitch, said I love my lil' bitch She been doin' me nastily Lately been holdin' my anger in I just been holdin' my anger in Flex when you see me, ha, flex when you see me I'm catching a man again They want me locked up in a pen again, huh Stuck in a pen again, they plotting' on me all the way to the end I ride for my brothers 'til you see the end Made the grip hot nigga pass it off Twist up your bitch and I'm slappin' raw On the 8th block niggas risk it all it was just a call, it was just a call First grip I had I was itchin' for 'em Lucky ain't runnin' a plenty of 'em On the 8th block niggas risk it all, it was just a call, it was just a call It was just a call, it was just a call It was just a call, it was just a call It was just a call, it was just a call It was just a call, it was just a call Aus Songtexte Mania