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Gang, gang, gang I'm the hottest young nigga in the city (Skrr, skrr, skrr) (Rra-rra-rra) Innocent charges and shit Gang, gang, gang (Skrr-skrr-skrr-skrr-skrr) Grrrrr, bang-bang-bang (Skrr-skrr-skrr-skrr-skrr) My stepper gon' brush him If I press the button, too drippy to scuff 'em (Drip, drip) The blick' in the duffle, it came with a muzzle, so why would I tussle? (Blicky, the blicky, the blicky, the blicky, why would I tussle?) Diamonds dancin', flooded, we done turned nothin' to somethin' (We done turned nothin' to somethin') Niggas be cappin', bluffin', tweak, that's a hole in your muffin (That's a hole in your muffin) Once all attention, try to run off with the drip, it ain't give me a mention Swish and we bench him, treesh at the drop We gon' pull up with blickies and drench him (Grrrr) Look at these actors, droppin' the rates, ain't ever spin Cali (Ain't ever spin Cali, pussy) Spinnin' for rappers, what's the chances that he got his ratchet? (Boom-boom-boom) It's gon' be a disaster, he ain't no stepper, that boy into fashion (Pussy) Stop all that cappin', aim for his matta, cabbage, he in a casket Gang-gang gon' wack him He made a diss tryna get a reaction (Pussy) Can't wait to catch him, crash him, whole gang spinnin' for the back end (Back end) Want me to be disrespectful? Pull up to the funeral, spit in that coffin (Spit in that coffin) Put more shots in his matta, they can't see his face, that's for all that talkin' (Pussy) Headshot, he ain't gon' make it, his brains on the pavement, no witness, no statement SongtexteMy killers ain't takin' no payment, they said it's for free Point him out, they gon' off him (Gang-gang-gang, pussy) Gun a nigga down, drop a diss, R.I.P. Lil Pint, pour a four, that drip All we know, run down, go stiff Let my ooter, catch him lackin' and they hoppin' out the whip See all the hate through these Carti's Kodak fresh home off a pardon Caught some 'migos, don't sip no Bacardi (No Bacardi) Rep a R.I.P. like Biggie and Hardie (Brooklyn) Ride out, AR with the scope Pull up with Coach, now he a ghost Kill a opp, then make a toast Hit a opp treesh while she drivin' the boat Stuffin' the stick and the Glizzy (Glizzy) Clip came see-through just like Bizzy Hoolies gon' spin 'til he dizzy Spider-Man, hop out the rented Catch a body then hit up the jeweler (Boom, boom, boom) I got twenty blue tips in the Ruger (Gang, gang, gang) Back then, used to flock out the Uber All for Scooter, them manure Can't respond to no nigga that gave his whole crew up (Hahaha), goofies Niggas stole all the drip, act like they never knew us (Niggas stole all my drip, act like they never knew us) Got a bad yellow bitch that'll line you from Cuba (Got a bad yellow bitch, treesh, treesh) She gon' swing me the addy, we pulled up and smoked 'em like hookah Niggas ain't spinnin' shit, they just type on computers And my last name "Blick", so I'm picking the tool up (Blick, gang-gang-gang, blicky, the blicky) My stepper gon' brush him If I press the button, too drippy to scuff 'em (Too drippy to scuff 'em) The blick' in the duffle, it came with a muzzle, so why would I tussle? (So why would I tussle?) Diamonds dancin', flooded, we done turned nothin' to somethin' (Dance, dance) Niggas be cappin', bluffin', tweak, that's a hole in your muffin (That's a hole in your muffin) My stepper gon' brush him If I press the button, too drippy to scuff 'em (Too drippy to scuff 'em) The blick' in the duffle, it came with a muzzle, so why would I tussle? (So why would I tussle?) Diamonds dancin', flooded, we done turned nothin' to somethin' (Dance, dance) Niggas be cappin', bluffin', tweak, that's a hole in your muffin GG4L SG, twirl gang, Cho gang Aus Songtexte Mania