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pop out, go slide - g-mac lyrics

[intro]
baow!
aye..
you know dat..
long live da guys, free the whole gang..
ytn..
1 richiey go crazy

[hook]
you heard happened to that last n*gga that was dissin’ up on the guys
them n*ggas know what we do
that’s why they want us to hop on they live
i put n*ggas in altercations
i found out they wasn’t go ride
if you ever catch them n*ggas hop in that hot car, go slide
every time when in in the raq i rep that b*tch up on my lap
on ytn, my n*ggas gon’ spin and make you famous on that map
n*ggas be pump faking
i know they is why the f*ck they got ’em a strap
can’t really say too much up on these phones
because them b*tches be tapped

[verse]
foе ‘nem slid up on one n*gga, shorty fell down to his knees
if you ain’t gang, you gotta pay, if you thе guys then that sh*t free
[?] loafing in these streets, you cannot walk without yo’ heat
if you love me, say that then, cuz if you do just keep it a g
man, i’m tired of these b*tch n*ggas be making these lit ass posts
n*ggas p*ssies having these b*tch ways too feminine, doin’ the most
everytime we ride up on they block, on j they ass be ghost
the way we runnin’ up this money you would think we selling dope
only need 23 shots, i can’t tote no mo 38s
they give you time, ain’t no cryin’, just gon’ get that out the way
yeah, we lost a couple pipes but we found ways to get some mo’
say [?] bout that p*ssy man, i tell you bout these hoes
you know my n*ggas go play ball, we dumpin’ shots into that basket
we gon’ spin until it ain’t no mo’, no cap its closed casket
man, [?] fold up like a notebook and a binder
every time she give me head, stretch me out like a recliner
and you know she likes the way i hit it when i get behind her
thirteen thousand dollar pradas’, she in love with my designer
you know 50 got the chop, he cut his sh*t up like a liner
aye, this gucci came from italy
this ain’t come from china
[hook]
you heard happened to that last n*gga that was dissin’ up on the guys
them n*ggas know what we do
that’s why they want us to hop on they live
i put n*ggas in altercations
i found out they wasn’t go ride
if you ever catch them n*ggas hop in that hot car, go slide
every time when in in the raq i rep that b*tch up on my lap
on ytn, my n*ggas gon’ spin and make you famous on that map
n*ggas be pump faking
i know they is why the f*ck they got ’em a strap
can’t really say too much up on these phones
because them b*tches be tapped

- g mac lyrics

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