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[Intro]
Brr, brr, bitch, gang
Pull up, right there, get 'em
Pull up, right there, get 'em (GentleBeatz)
Yeah

[Chorus]
We got his drop and pushed up on him, we don't never wait
My gun big as hell, it turn a heavy nigga featherweight (Brr, brr)
12 tried to box me in, them boys was hella late
High-speed on the dicks, I stomp this bitch until the pedal break (We scratchin' off)
These niggas know not to start some shit 'cause it's gon' escalate
They know I like murder, put me on a nigga, hе gon' expirate
Bitch, I got gang with me, wе puttin' belt on shit, niggas ain't catchin' fades
Niggas get out they body, soon as you front you move, I'ma just tap his face (Headshot)

[Verse]
Niggas get clapped for real, it ain't no secret, niggas get wrapped for real (Niggas get clapped for real)
I been chasin' me a bag, put shit to sleep, I don't even rap for real
Told a bitch I don't even wanna talk, if it really ain't 'bout no money, I don't wanna chat for real
And my opps be rappin' that super gangster shit, but never got back for real
Bitch nigga, put your glasses on and check the score, we the one catchin' kills (Ayy, check the score)
Ain't no back and forth, this shit really one-sided, we on backs for real (We on they ass)
Take Sum Gang, we armed and dangerous and we got motion, that's why niggas don't like us
And I just lost my V, shot back to the lizzy and pulled out a brand new striker (Huh?)
Niggas be doin' that goofy-ass shit on the internet, these niggas internet typers
Play Take Sum Gang, foenem leave shit on the pavement, that's why I love my sliders
Bounce out, right there, get 'em, tap his face, face, hit him with fire
Niggas ain't gettin' no monyun, catchin' no Bs, man, these niggas ain't like us
A lot of these niggas created players, they be switchin' gangs (They be switchin' gangs)
I seen my day one nigga change, I tried to hit his brains (I tried to hit his brains)
It ain't no peace, it ain't no love, niggas be switchin' lanes (Hell nah)
These 7.62s'll give you a hug and break your fuckin' frame (Break your fuckin' frame, nigga)
If you want smoke, then let me know, don't be no fuckin' lame (Don't be no goofy)
My shooters stand on so much business, I cannot complain (We get his ass)
Really got pounds of that gas comin' in for the low, bitch, we got propane (We got gas)
A lot of these niggas be in the way, they ain't got no lane (His ass a goofy)

[Chorus]
We got his drop and pushed up on him, we don't never wait (We pushin' up)
My gun big as hell, it turn a heavy nigga featherweight
12 tried to box me in, them boys was hella late (I'm scratchin' off)
High-speed on the dicks, I stomp this bitch until the pedal break (GentleBeatz, huh? We gone)
These niggas know not to start some shit 'cause it's gon' escalate (Ayy, what he say?)
They know I like murder, put me on a nigga, he gon' expirate (For real)
Bitch, I got gang with me, we puttin' belt on shit, niggas ain't catchin' fades
Niggas get out they body, soon as you front you move, I'ma just tap his face (What?)

[Outro]
Bitch
Get 'em