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fredo bang, da real gee money & blvd. quick - ape talk lyrics

[intro]
(heero)
(hardbody)
(oh, that’s a whole lot of money right there)

[verse 1: da real gee money]
gang sh+t (gang)
and my lil n+gga ’bout his business on the same sh+t (grrah)
when i come get you, i ain’t sparrin’ who you hang with (f+ck all that)
heard lil’ one got a price on his head (for real?)
go in his pockets and rob him before he end up dead (let me get that)
blood gang, wild thang, b+tch, you know i’m quick to bust it (yeah)
you ain’t really in the trenches, p+ssy b+tch, you scared to hustle (p+ssy)
homicide, trippin’, all on a n+gga d+ck (f+ck ’em)
askin’ me ’bout murders, i ain’t ’bout to tell ’em b+tches sh+t (never)
stupid sh+t, i’m ignorant and i’m known for raisin’ h+ll (grrah)
made the news in 2012, catch a charge, i’m makin’ bail (go)
my lil n+gga silent, i know they’ll never tell (for real)
n+gga rat when pressure get applied, that sh+t never fail (gang, gang, woo, woo)

[verse 2: fredo bang]
my first glock, i got that b+tch from blvd mel (from mel)
fell in love with gunpowder, i just love the smell (love that smell)
i give a f+ck if he a young n+gga, you better wish him well (f+ck that boy)
i catch that b+tch walkin’ from school, i’m tryna ring his bell (grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt)
n+ggas be playin’ up on these blogs, we at all odds, you got me bent
free my assistant behind them bars, told lil’ dude to whip that sh+t (told lil’ dude)
‘fore i ever made a hit, i was tryna take a hit (ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)
hit a n+gga with that 9, he said, “woo” like he rick
sometimes i’m off the rails (ha), after that i send a zelle (ha)
how many times they hit his face? i can’t even tell (i can’t tell)
he sent the diss, i caught him lackin’, guess i might as well (might as well)
now they prayin’ he make it through, too bad he goin’ to h+ll (this sh+t here)
[verse 3: blvd. quick]
what you know ’bout ridin’, n+gga? (ridin’, n+gga)
actin’ like a possum when it’s time to slide, n+gga (grrah)
tbg gorilla gang, we ain’t playin’ with you (we ain’t playin’)
lost ced to my home boy, i ain’t sparrin’ n+gga (rest in peace)
i’m all at your mama house (mama house), stalkin’ all your granny house (granny house)
john boy up in the cut and boy got that 40 out (he got that 40 out)
you n+ggas know what time it is, you know i play for keeps (you know i play for keeps)
but spend a summer, winter, spring, or fall, you get snow sleep (you get snow)
all my life, i clutched a pistol (clutched a pistol), all my life, i bust a n+gga (bust a n+gga)
like a bull at the rodeo, i love to rush on n+ggas (yes, indeed)
tbg gorilla gang, you ain’t heard ’bout me (you ain’t heard?)
we hit that corner too many times, you better be worried ’bout it

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