Lyrics Double X - iiamquieseyy

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Yay
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Yahh
Gang
Yahh
Yeah

You can't speak to me cause all you do is pitty pat
I came from the streets and we know you wan really that
And yeah I came up out that gutta yeah that mud was really that
And I bet not see you outside when we come slide up in that cat
When we come slide up in that cat
All my niggahs out the window sending shots back back to back
My niggahs knocking off yo hat
My niggahs spinning down yo block like a tornado
We bring out the hell I told lil quan to get the Draco
They let a young niggah learn how magic how I'm quick to Blast it
Pack a stick if you finna get active my shooters never lacking
Stiff as hell but loose to grab it
But when I need it I bet it have it
I'm gone pull up in this truck I keep that heater in my jacket
I keep that heater in my jacket
I pull up with my guys we all slanging on that ratchet
You know I pull up with my 5 buss his brain and then we snatch em
And all my niggahs down to ride and they gone slide until we catch em
And all my niggahs keep a smacker
Thriller walk a niggah with this choppa
I spy a niggah yeah I seen you bitch I caught Yuu
Haha
He gone disappear I need a coffin
Smoking on that gas got a young niggah coughing
Speeding racing niggah
Go and grab the pistol
All my niggahs thuggin with me
Put like 4 shots in yo liver
If you playing we gone kill ya
Yeah we gone kill you
I don't do the capping talk
Niggah I don't feel you
Niggah I don't feel you
Choppa make em spin and spin again just like sum wheels do
Bitch you know I'm stepping on all ten don't need yo heels boo
And you know my crew been bound to win since trapping middle school
Now we clutching fns and doing things that men do
Yeah I was taught to work a can too
And all my niggahs come from out that struggle this ain't brand new
This ain't brand new
Went and upgrade all the sticks they covered up in bamboo
You know we started all dem licks my niggahs like to gamble
My niggahs like to gamble
Gamble with yo life and you gone end up in a scramble
Toating on a stick that's hella big don't need no handle
Shooting on some hot shit it's gone melt you like a candle
On gang
I'm a lil niggah
With a big glock
Driving in this push to start might fuck around and drop the top
Hop out the car and drop a opp
Two hundred shots it's ten a car
I keep my nine my heater hot
We rolling runts smoking dead opps
We smoking on them dead opps
Yeah we Cruising round the city know the feds know the feds hot
A niggah try to test us fuck a leg shot
I toat them Draco's, semi's, and them 9's come get a headshot
We bet not Catch Yuu lacking we gone crack you leave yo head hot
Yeah this AK clip yo dreadlocks
(Yo dreadlocks)
Pull up on yo block and yeah the feds hot
They like who is that sitting chilling in that red car
Yeah diss AR run his head hot
Split a niggah dome and now I'm running from the feds now
Put that boy to bed now
You heard what my steppa said spilt a niggah head now
Fuck that niggah lay em down
We empty clips we spraying rounds
You know we get Even pay it now
Strapped up with this heater lay em down
Spraying Rounds
Ak band sounds
Sending shots man down
Smoking opps hands down
They know I'm the man now
Lil bitch want the cocker so I fucked her with my pants down
Pussy niggahs why they hating I'm the man now
Rock out with that four five got the glock inside my pants down

Ahaha on Gang