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family ties - shredgang mone lyrics

[verse 1: bandgang lonniebands]
we on a mile, the six, huh
poured an eight of purple wockhardt, we call it prince, huh
i [??] my lil’ brother perc’, i’ve been sick, huh
[???] the last opp, n*gga, rest in p*ss, huh
[???] ain’t stopping sh*t, i got that one [?]
[?] my daughter made my first $50,000, n*gga, on my first [?]
too much murder, mayhem, gotta know we come with this
[??] get caught in a jam, you better not tell them sh*t

[verse 2: shredgang mone]
ayy, i’m on the app with a stick on me
lil’ yellow n*gga, but more pull than your big homie
flip a n*gga 5*7, [??] n*gga switch on me
big glock on me, drum on it with a switch on it
heard she hoeing, so i’m sending that b*tch out
b*tch talking down on me, but my d*ck all in her mouth
we was breaking down them [?] with them sticks all in her couch
b*tch can say what she want, but it’s pimping in the drought
press, “who?”, press, “what?”, press, “uh!”, press, “sh*t…”
big glock, it’s new, it’s on me, test this
test me? you die. must got a death wish
you must think we dry cleaning, all we do is press sh*t, n*gga

[verse 3: teejayx6]
slapped my lil’ cousin, man, that lil’ n*gga awkward
i need some hi*tech, i’m ‘bout to go to the doctor
my cousin got perc’s, he the neighbourhood doctor
said you the plug, you can’t even find the socket
i ain’t tryna smoke your og ‘cuz it’s sour
last year i scammed tyrique off a power
slapped my lil’ brother ‘cuz i caught him smoking powder
n*ggas turn fake and animated, like chowder
i don’t wanna f*ck with that b*tch, ‘cuz she [?]
k!lled one of my opps and i left him on an island
i’m so f*cking blowed, i can’t see through my eyelids
i don’t wanna f*ck with you, n*gga, you f*ck with lil’ kids
[verse 4: drego]
we was playing with them tools before pro tools
we was taking them off the streets and put them on the news
we was out here in the streets, you was still in school
found out what they going for, i had to send some blues
and my dawg was cooking up, i had to send some food
you ain’t tryna get in this? you a f*cking fool
we left blood on his feet like he rocking lou’s
uh, we was tryna catch an opp, ‘cuz it wasn’t nothing to do
b*tch, we was hopping out of choppas, back like [?]
flashlight on, top off, it’s gon’ blind them like you wanna rape kids
we was kicking n*ggas out the gang, said he wanna slide but he don’t wanna spray his
he was a n*gga at the gas station passing out cds, like i’m ‘bout to play his

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