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[Intro]
Gang, gang (It's a Leek-e-Leek banger)
We started this sh*t, n*gga, they know (Grrah)
Ayy, they know
Gang (b*tch), ayy
n*ggas crossed me (They know)
Talkin' 'bout I ain't did sh*t for him (They know, they know)
Of course he gon' said I cut him off (b*tch)
Gang (Gang, let's get it)

[Chorus]
I just brought some MACs and sh*t, couple killers is after me (Grrah, grrah)
Got the city all on gang di*k, they used to laugh at me (b*tch)
Had to cut a couple n*ggas off and now they mad at me (b*tch)
Had to blow a bag on designer, I'm in the fashion scene (Let's get it)
Mini chopper, that Draco, catchin' me, lackin' me (Grrah)
Went and gave him two shots to his face because he lied to me (Doo-doo)
Rest in peace my homies, I feel like them n*ggas died for me (Let's get it)
You ain't no street n*gga (b*tch)
You ain't no street n*gga, b*tch (Grrah)

[Verse 1]
b*tch n*gga and I gave 'em cash, I'm a rich n*gga (Let's get it)
Before I got this fame, I kept a stick, n*gga (Grrah)
And I f*cked his b*tch, I gave her di*k, n*gga (b*tch)
Now tell 'em that real reason why you sick, n*gga (b*tch)
And I'm the reason why you got them bricks, n*gga (Grrah)
Sneak dissin', catch him by himself, ain't got a stick with him
Hundred thousand jewels, I copped my lil' b*tch a mink, n*gga
Would say I hope you OD, but I don't jinx, n*gga
pus*y boy, tellin' everything to the pigs, n*gga (b*tch)
Talkin' 'bout I don't do sh*t for the fam', b*tch, I'm from the Lam'
Hundred here, hundred thou', free my n*ggas out the jail
I'll never rat, fifty K, I'll drop it out the cell (Gang)
Bike life, slide on that Banchee, I'ma Meek his ass (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Nightlife, slide to his crib, I'ma creep his ass (Grrah, grrah)
Left, right, three, four times, I'll beat his ass (b*tch, b*tch)
If came with us, I swear to God, we'll leave his ass (Gang)
[Chorus]
I just brought some MACs and sh*t, couple killers is after me (Grrah, grrah)
Got the city all on gang di*k, they used to laugh at me (b*tch)
Had to cut a couple n*ggas off and now they mad at me (b*tch)
Had to blow a bag on designer, I'm in the fashion scene (Let's get it)
Mini chopper, that Draco, catchin' me, lackin' me (Grrah)
Went and gave him two shots to his face because he lied to me (Doo-doo)
Rest in peace my homies, I feel like them n*ggas died for me (Let's get it)
You ain't no street n*gga (b*tch)
You ain't no street n*gga, b*tch (Grrah)

[Verse 2]
n*ggas say Chicago ain't mine (Woo), them n*ggas lyin'
Think about f*ckin' with mine (Woo), them n*ggas dyin'
Future got me poppin' them Percs, I took a few with Slime (Dub)
Free the guys doin' real time, 22 and 9 (Gang, gang, gang)
Even though they one thousand pennies, n*ggas won't drop a dime (Nah)
They know we f*ckin' hoes in the city (Gang)
f*ck 'em once and never call a b*tch back
I'm that n*gga, follow who? (b*tch)
Only time I follow n*ggas off of Twitter (Yeah)
Watch this sh*t, go and get my own with no asking sh*t (Gang, gang)
Past this sh*t, classic sh*t, I might f*ck a ratchet b*tch (b*tch)
b*tch, I'm me, I can't f*ck for free, thirty K to see
b*tch, you sleep, got 'em mad at me, people hated me (Gang, gang, gang)
Super sauce, I'm a super boss, killers super off
n*ggas hoes, n*ggas super salty (Gang)
And I got designer, Loubs and all
n*ggas straight snitches, system lose 'em all (Grrah, grrah)
n*gga, what? n*gga, who is y'all?
Varney, take 'em off, gang, gang (b*tch, grrah, grrah)
[Chorus]
I just brought some MACs and sh*t, couple killers is after me (Grrah, grrah)
Got the city all on gang di*k, they used to laugh at me (b*tch)
Had to cut a couple n*ggas off and now they mad at me (b*tch)
Had to blow a bag on designer, I'm in the fashion scene (Let's get it)
Mini chopper, that Draco, catchin' me, lackin' me (Grrah)
Went and gave him two shots to his face because he lied to me (Doo-doo)
Rest in peace my homies, I feel like them n*ggas died for me (Let's get it)
You ain't no street n*gga (b*tch)
You ain't no street n*gga, b*tch (Grrah)