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the foety's - gang shit lyrics

gang sh-t, gang sh-t, forty n-ggas on that gang sh-t, avenue -ssh0l-s coming in for them blue strips, gurlys, the stains and snoovas are never getting no p-sses, yeah, ight. gang sh-t, gang sh-t, forty n-ggas on that gang sh-t, avenue -ssh0l-s doing sh-t acting ruthless, stupid, b-tch, straight stupid, bounce out the car shooting stains to this music

getting to the bag b-tch stop calling my phone, tiny fourpointowe out here, really [trippin?] doe, first shot a cap in a zooka, i was tryna ding dong, first time [?], tryna diss the forties avenues thats how you get popped, its was me and [?] making the stains milly roc, it was me and [?] getting [?], it was me and [?] we gon hit the top, free [?] screaming free the cops, [?] pull up to where you n-ggas at, you really love our shots, the fortys avenue -ssh0l-s be ready to slidin, b-tch come out the jungle n-gga stop hiding, free [?] that boy you know we ain lyin, yo b-tch [?] that i’m piping

gang sh-t, gang sh-t, forty n-ggas on that gang sh-t, avenue -ssh0l-s coming in for them blue strips, gurlys, the stains and snoovas are never getting no p-sses, yeah, ayy. gang sh-t, gang sh-t, forty n-ggas on that gang sh-t, avenue -ssh0l-s doing sh-t acting ruthless, stupid, b-tch, straight stupid, bounce out the car shooting stains to this music

gang sh-t, gang sh-t,[?] dont ask me where i’m from because that gov up on my face b-tch, pull up to 6th ave where sh-t can get active, rollin up them bags so i didn’t get your text b-tch, [?]fiveseven yeah so just ask that [?] vernon crip on crip i ain’t never lyin, free [?] yeah free that god, i was in [?] time squabbling with stains maggots n f-ggets, ion care if i lost steel let them b-tch n-ggas have it, ima [?] so f-ck up call me mag, beating snoovas gurlys up, maggots and f-ggets, f-ck tramps snoovas, rollin foetys, b-tch you better act like you know me, on hood

look, gang sh-t, let me show you how to bang b-tch, pull up on august with a thirty leave a stain tchip, how they talkin about beef but they tappin, all my shooters here pops you out, the homies they gon pack you out, you can talk in the hood without a say-so, and i don’t walk in the hood without my thang, no, a lot of n-ggas really claimin bro, im in the hood everyday on blue really bangin, hoe, yea i love the hood i can’t never change up, up my way to the [?] wonder who gon change up? but ima keep it silent i don’t give a f-ck, real n-gga from the a yea im comin out da [?]

f-ck snoovas gurlys tramps n allat

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