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m40 // 40 gang – offthecurbside lyrics

[verse 1: adk]
everybody runs when the 40 comes
thats blades and guns tryna lock that party
for the rallies still on to my dargies
send me the addy, be there in a heartbeat
sweets in the mash no smarties
try it like me slap you and your chargie
free bro m hes a devilish yardie
[?]
adk or ad crash, the opps know me i’m a well known sav
when i bucked a1 man the boy did dash
he lied on my name, stop talking trash
and [?] mum doing up laps
we knew where you hid, would’ve turnt you pack
rammy on my hip, man you know i can’t lack
so i swing that shank tryna turn man dank

[verse 2: bz]
i’m sick and tired of all of my opps
cause they talk so much they ain’t donе no splashings
but they can’t talk on the mandem
i was on thе landing, getting it cracking
i came back on road and i was aiming for crashing
i don’t care bout doing it bait, pass me the mash and i swear that i’ll slap it, i don’t care bout doing it bait
ask [?] if i gave my spashing
big bro fell in love with them burners
i lost man, kept planning on murders
now we got a pending pack and a burger
free bro s, man i’m p+ssed he got birded
now they got all of the mandem hurting
jump on the glide mans purging
3,2 dings thats straight to the bursting
they can’t ever say i don’t back my shank
cause i back my shank tryna get a man splashed in
bz i’m in love with shanks, ill do man dirty i ain’t in on no ramping
stop all the capping about me dashing, i can never dash when none of you tough
i go to the [?], the [?] block [?], which opp block am i letting it slap?
pass me the mash and it’ll come back empty
two eyes and a rusty semi
i think i’m in love with this wap like fendy
all of them man love talking canty
come like the score, its goals from gang
everyone knows that we ghost that [?]
in the field i’m a [?] like messi
bz box, man make that [?]
[verse 3: adk]
got nicked for a gbh, thanks to god that i beat that case
he got whacked, [?] got slapped, and [?] got chinged in his face
thesse opp boys don’t tie their laces, trip and fall what a dumb mistake
[?] got chinged, he was moving g+y, he talked on my name what a stupid lame
low all the cap rap, wap in my backpack, blacked out clothes got me looking like batman
try flex in my hood, so i rob him
bro got life, too much of a problem
problem, caramel cutie slopping
giving me slop so i’m 40 bopping
and i swear man these beef ain’t stopping
ain’t gonna stop til ones in a coffin

[verse 4: bz]
6 in the spins, let me add one more
and if i c+ck that back you won’t speak no more
my hearts really in it, i’m down for the cause
i’m ready to k!ll em when they see the pole
i’m from the four where we up that score
like don’t get cheffed, dropped and then bored

- m40 40 gang lyrics

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