[Intro: Uncs, KayyKayy & GP]
Gang shit
Free all the G's
(Simpz)
Sinners
Sin Squad step
Fuck the opps
Sinners
Get it fucking correct
We don’t lie on tracks
Ching

Gunna!

[Verse 1: GP]
Old school days with Sin Squad
Man used to lurk with the flicks (Sinners)
Dusty pedal bike
Man used to pray that my chain don't rip
Shh got drenched too much
Should've stayed up to swimming in (Yuck)
Talk about dirt on the Lane
These times the Lane does serious hits
Masked up looking all gang
Sin on the six left shh on his clip
There’s about ten dons on the opp block
Still bine for a nigga that slips
Four man up in a hot box
I'm riding with men, not kids (Not kids)
Four man up in a hot box
Plus two badders, short and thick
Life's a bitch, do a man dirty if you fuck with 6ix
If you ain't involved, stay at home
'Cah me, bro put corn in clips
My littlе bro Blackz, strapped in the trap
While you was at homе and shit
Late nights up in the T house
Playing with a hobo, grow and cling
Hella bad B's wan' link up
But I ain't into the mix up
Big bro just copped two nines of nose
He didn’t even ask for a picture
Back to the spot, pick up a cloth
Put that shit by the mixer
Trap phone bling, constant ring
Now he’s putting shit on my Insta
PL bop, we make our gwop
Slap shop on any man's block
So what if he busses his block?
Know some sinners that will drench man’s top
Drench man's top then slide right off
Splash man down from his head to his socks
Splash man down from his head to his socks
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