Part 1: Get That $Hit
[Intro]
I think this is probably the first time this has been played on the air
[Hook]
(Yeah, fuck all y'all friendly ass niggas. It's Kream Clicc Gang, bang nigga straight headshots you know how I rock nigga, fuck you don't call my phone I ain't friendly fuck ass nigga)
We got thirties on the clip, thuggish bag of Memphis trill
Chopper mags inside the whip
Don't know how you can't get that shit
Keep the ratchet never slip, niggas faker than a bitch
Shoot his momma and his bitch
Don't know how you can't get that shit
Real nigga never switch, 'bout my money fuck a bitch
Vice Lords, Folks with Bloods and Crips
Don't know how you can't get that shit
All these bitches on my dick, I don't love em' give em' shit
She gon' fuck and suck the clique
Don't know how you can't get that shit
[Verse 1]
We got toasters in the whip, I got fiends at the door
I be trapping like a bitch, I got workers by the store
They be packing thirty clips, choppa' toting let it blow
Never talk around a bitch, messy ho's will get you smoked
I don't got no fucking friends, just my choppa' and my scope
Heard a nigga got plex well bitch what's cracking let me know
Kidnap your baby momma then we pistol whip that hoe
Do you like Benihana's? You'll get served in front of that hoe
There ain't no game when the Mac go bang
Rob dice game and crack cocaine
Set a nigga up, then go hit the stain
11 Tre 7 that's Kream Clicc Gang
Tecs and Mac-11 they'll split your brain
Fuck Mayfield we ain't deuce 5 gang
Fifty shot Tec I don't need no aim
Major pain, hollows split your dame
[Intro]
I think this is probably the first time this has been played on the air
[Hook]
(Yeah, fuck all y'all friendly ass niggas. It's Kream Clicc Gang, bang nigga straight headshots you know how I rock nigga, fuck you don't call my phone I ain't friendly fuck ass nigga)
We got thirties on the clip, thuggish bag of Memphis trill
Chopper mags inside the whip
Don't know how you can't get that shit
Keep the ratchet never slip, niggas faker than a bitch
Shoot his momma and his bitch
Don't know how you can't get that shit
Real nigga never switch, 'bout my money fuck a bitch
Vice Lords, Folks with Bloods and Crips
Don't know how you can't get that shit
All these bitches on my dick, I don't love em' give em' shit
She gon' fuck and suck the clique
Don't know how you can't get that shit
[Verse 1]
We got toasters in the whip, I got fiends at the door
I be trapping like a bitch, I got workers by the store
They be packing thirty clips, choppa' toting let it blow
Never talk around a bitch, messy ho's will get you smoked
I don't got no fucking friends, just my choppa' and my scope
Heard a nigga got plex well bitch what's cracking let me know
Kidnap your baby momma then we pistol whip that hoe
Do you like Benihana's? You'll get served in front of that hoe
There ain't no game when the Mac go bang
Rob dice game and crack cocaine
Set a nigga up, then go hit the stain
11 Tre 7 that's Kream Clicc Gang
Tecs and Mac-11 they'll split your brain
Fuck Mayfield we ain't deuce 5 gang
Fifty shot Tec I don't need no aim
Major pain, hollows split your dame
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