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gangtime freestyle - setitoff83 lyrics

[intro]
uh*huh
yeah
big 3
let’s go

[verse]
uh, cleanest n*gga walkin’ in the building, yeah, they know it’s me (uh*huh)
fifteen hundred on cologne when i walk in, they gon’ know it’s me (talk to ’em)
twenty on the pendant and it’s shinin’, so they know it’s me (what else?)
if it ain’t bout that money, lil’ n*gga, don’t be approachin’ me (why?)
’cause i’ma be on gang time, hop out the v and slang iron (ayy)
i popped so many percs, i’m high as f*ck, i lost my d*mn mind
big 3 ain’t gettin’ to it? stupid b*tch, you lost your d*mn mind (ah ha, score)
b*tch, i been gettin’ racks (what else?), i don’t f*ck with cheese (what else?), these n*ggas rats (talk to ’em)
uh, turn this sh*t up to the max’ (uh*huh)
i put a fifty n*gga, match that (what else?)
you know we k!llin’ sh*t like mad max (what else?)
bro goin’ with them arps, catch a hat (yeah)
uh, smokin’ on that boy, shh (face tat’), i got a new pack
ain’t no twenties in here, it’s all blue racks (what else?)
she tryna eat me, i’m goin’ up for twenty pack (ayy)
uh, penthouse, bad b*tches, can’t f*ck with no sad b*tches (i can’t)
f*ck wrong with these mad hoes (uh*huh)
f*ckin’ on these broke n*ggas? (talk to ’em, ah)
who say they want smoke with us? (who want it?)
you know we gon’ clear the scene (yeah, yeah)
glock with switchy on my hip (uh), with thirty bands up in my jeans (talk to ’em, uh)
we still in them ‘jects, i run my block, i’m somethin’ like mb (ayy)
i done put my city on the map, these lil’ n*ggas my seed (they like my son, man)
put my whole hood on my back, i gotta feed my team (no cap)
i’m off a bean, soon as i tweak out, i smoke and flee the scene (yeah)
i don’t give a f*ck if it’s seven opps, they gon’ turn in here, seven n*ggas (uh*huh)
they seven mamas gotta cry (talk to ’em), your son sent to bed playin’ with k!llers (what else?)
i hang around with drug dealers (what else?), gang members
i know they bang with me (talk to ’em), gang with me (talk to ’em)
know i got them things with me (big 3), that’s why you ain’t tryna hang with me, p*ssy n*gga (p*ssy)
catch a hat, p*ssy n*gga (he’s p*ssy)
go get back, lil’ p*ssy n*gga (p*ssy)
can’t f*ck with me, i like to bully n*ggas (bullies)
i’m from east durham, but i bully, n*gga (what you heard?)
catch a headshot from this fully, n*gga (grah)
better duck your top ‘fore i send you to your dead n*ggas (ayy)
all i smoke on is them dead n*ggas (uh*huh)
that baldhead make my head bigger (talk to ’em)
that weezy pack make my legs tremble (yeah)
when i tweak out, i don’t see red, i see dead n*ggas (ayy)
uh, dead opps, i’m from east durham, f*ck your block (what else?)
we got aks, we got fns, we got arps with the shortstop (top three)
glock with a switch make his heart stop (uh*huh)
n*gga, you know what it is
free all my guys out the cell (free the gang, man), still screamin’, “f*ck the pigs” (uh, yeah)
ridin’ ’round with two pistols on me (what else?), glizzy on me and the sim (what else?)
and i’m gon’ make it back home (talk to ’em), so play with me, i split your wig (ayy, big 3)

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