Lyrics

I can't fuck with none of your gang, yeah, they foldin' They call my gun a haunted gun, it caught ghostes I'm ridin' 'round town with your bitch, yeah, we coastin' This a show of your last day and I'm hostin' I'm hostin' that shit then, the streams go up If I like your bitch, then, you know that we finna fuck If you like fuckin' with me, yeah, you know that it's up That bitch love sniffin' cocaine, it's goin' up I can't fuck with you, yeah, you ain't on the gang I hit that bitch with the fuckin' fire, what you claim? I can't fuck with you, yeah, bitch, you a lame Done told you, YemEntertainment better not be what you claim My gang can't be doin' what you on How much money that I got? I got a ton Your gang tried to fuck with me, I told 'em to run They ain't tryna fuck with me, bitch, I got this gun I can't fuck with none of your gang, yeah, they foldin' They call my gun a haunted gun, it caught ghostes I'm ridin' 'round town with your bitch, yeah, we coastin' This a show of your last day and I'm hostin' I-I just bought your bitch Prada Yeah, she want me bad, yeah, she want my dollars I put on Marigela and she swear I'm swagged out You treating me like dirt, he know I'm the man now We stack big amounts Slap him in his shit 'cause we caught him out of bounds They don't want me loud, hate to see me goin' up, they all wanna frown .95 feel like hound, you that shit? Look like brown You lookin' like a clown I can't fuck with none of your gang, yeah, they foldin' They call my gun a haunted gun, it caught ghostes I'm ridin' 'round town with your bitch, yeah, we coastin' This a show of your last day and I'm hostin' Hit that bitch motherfucker', yeah, hit the croak Make that motherfucker, make him motherfuckin' croak Hit that fuckin' motherfucker, make him fuckin' croak Hit that motherfucker, make him motherfuckin' croak
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