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Young Drummer Boy
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Lefty Gunplay
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Rigoberto Diaz
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rigoberto Diaz
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Lyrics
Look, gang shit, no lame shit, bitch
It's Lefty Gunplay, famous gangbanger
(Young millionaire) gang, gang
(Motherfuckin' you smellnaire)
You say you solid then homie but how your clip full?
That shit don't even make sense, give me the pistol (lame)
Let me introduce you to that real BP sicko
Still selling nickels of crystal at wiener schnitzel
They too said word around town, can't check out the chopsticks
High shit, crown faces boys is known to drop shit
Hot shit, merk that boy quick with this Glock bitch
Sickest ass coming out the valley, on the top list
I bang that bitch, that's on the whole gang land (valley)
And I don't throw hands, I make that boy, he breakdance
No spray can, emptied a clip like mayhem
It's no way that I'm a stay in that state camp for real bitch
Play ball, it's Mr. BP K-HA
I hit her on AMR doggy style in the car
I had Serena in the car, fucked Relena in the car
On my momma, even fucked that bitch Sabrina in the car, gang
I spent a thousand on a Glock and I took it to the hood (to the hood)
I wish a muthafucka would (I wish he would)
Now I'm riding on the opps while we chunking up the hood (the hood)
Lil baby, what's good? (What's good?)
I spent a thousand on a Glock and I took it to the hood (to the hood)
I wish a muthafucka would (I wish he would)
Now I'm riding on the opps while we chunking up the hood (the hood)
Lil' baby, what's good? (Hey listen)
Bitch I'm from H-T-P
Still hitting up yo' block
Still running down the weak
Still fucking on your bitch
Make that hoe pop a pill
She chilling with the homies
She gon' fuck 'em for real
Still, chilling with the homies on that Four block
And if I see a opp, I'ma knock 'em out his tube sock
Still, got more money than you rap cats
Bitch I'm in a Benz, I ain't fucking with no scat pack
Still, ay bitch I really gang bang
I'm raised by OG's, and you raised by some lame brains, stupid (stupid)
Bitch I let my chain hang
Bitch I use the chops
And my homies do the same thing
I spent a thousand on a Glock and I took it to the hood (to the hood)
I wish a muthafucka would (I wish he would)
Now I'm riding on the opps while we chunking up the hood (the hood)
Lil baby, what's good? (What's good?)
I spent a thousand on a Glock and I took it to the hood (to the hood)
I wish a muthafucka would (I wish he would)
Now I'm riding on the opps while we chunking up the hood (the hood)
Lil' baby, what's good? (What's good?)
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