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shredgang mone - ttng lyrics

[intro]
shred
shred
shredgang, n-gg- (shred)
free stone (shred, shred, shred, shred)

[verse 1]
i got a pocket full of blue strips (yeah), hoes be likin’ that (yeah)
on the plane, luggage stuffed with the finest pack (on my mama)
my n-gg-s in the field with them wolves like diamondbacks (dre)
hit his block, drop a hundred, then we slidin’ back (rrah)
n-gg-s ain’t gangster, boy (nah), that sh-t for play-play (shut the f-ck up)
this handgun i got shootin’ out them ak’s (yeah)
five-seven hit him, spin him like a beyblade (haha)
now he need one wish like he ray j (p-ssy -ss n-gg-)
murders and robberies all up on my resume (on the bible)
but when i put the pistol down, that’s when the cheddar came (uh-huh)
don’t think it’s sweet ’cause i’ll pull up and still let it rain (bah)
used to think i’d get rich off shreddin’ change (shredgang, n-gg-)
put the pistol in his mouth, hands where his pockets at (shut the f-ck up)
any tussle, pistol whip him, then i sock his -ss (then i sock his -ss)
never been a time i slid and we ain’t poppin’ back (never)
n-gg-s took the sauce, ran with it, copycats (ham)
b-tch, i been a boss (yeah), you n-gg-s ain’t sh-t (y’all ain’t sh-t)
take this back, throwin’ twenties in a day shift (a whole dub)
leave the club stabbin’ with sweats in a sp-ceship (skrrt)
streets told on rucci, boy, he ain’t sh-t

[chorus]
there them n-gg-s go
yeah, it’s us again
i’m tryna touch a whole hundred, what the f-ck they payin’?
they be like there them n-gg-s go
and we still on that
don’t make me pull up, put this pistol where your dome at
there them n-gg-s go
yeah, it’s us again
i’m tryna touch a whole hundred, what the f-ck they payin’?
they be like there them n-gg-s go (shred)
and we still on that
don’t make me pull up, put this pistol where your dome at, p-ssy

[verse 2]
kick a door, walk right in with them glocks out
any n-gg- make a move gettin’ shot down
so many red and green beans like the shmop house
had his p-ssy -ss leanin’ like some tops out
here we come again, you n-gg-s better hide
tell lil’ bull, “a n-gg- pop me, boy, you better slide”
treatin’ sh-lls like dollar bills, we gon’ let ’em fly
and we gon’ drop on whoever ain’t no kin of mine (p-ssy)
i been stackin’ blues (yeah), these n-gg-s mad at that
but what i do next month gon’ make ’em extra mad (yeah)
hit the club with the ladder with my extra -ss
stay out my hood, catch you slippin’, you don’t get a p-ss, p-ssy

- shredgang mone lyrics

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