
Gang Shit Quin NFN
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Hook:
Hit a stain, get a pack
Get it gone, stack it up, saying shit
Bitches fuck, kick em out, hit the block
Get up on that gang shit
Never cared, bout a bitch
Money call, then im on my way bitch
Popping shit, got a stick, choppa kick
Nigga thats lu-kang shit
Hit a stain, get a pack
Get it gone, stack it up, saying shit
Bitches fuck, kick em out, hit the block
Get up on that gang shit
Never cared, bout a bitch
Money call, then im on my way bitch
Popping shit, got a stick, choppa kick
Nigga thats lu-kang shit
Verse 1:
And they know i got rolls on me
And these niggas is jacking, so i gotta poll on me
She snatching the soul on me
Soon as i get to the crib, she was taking the clothes off me
And i ain't got no bro’s, homie
Cause i got in the jail, with my partner he told on me
How the fuck you gon fold, homie
Now wassup with these niggas
T-bo he gon blow for me
I never give a fuck, 2pac hit em up
Neon missed the uber, he gon pick him up
Put the sack in motion, now they give it up
Gucci, Louis, all designer, switch it up
Treat her like she average when i get a nut
Nigga talking reckless, he ain't did enough
Treat him like a jacket, how we zip em up
Dont be trynna be, cause you ain't stiff enough
Hit a stain, get a pack
Get it gone, stack it up, saying shit
Bitches fuck, kick em out, hit the block
Get up on that gang shit
Never cared, bout a bitch
Money call, then im on my way bitch
Popping shit, got a stick, choppa kick
Nigga thats lu-kang shit
Hit a stain, get a pack
Get it gone, stack it up, saying shit
Bitches fuck, kick em out, hit the block
Get up on that gang shit
Never cared, bout a bitch
Money call, then im on my way bitch
Popping shit, got a stick, choppa kick
Nigga thats lu-kang shit
Verse 1:
And they know i got rolls on me
And these niggas is jacking, so i gotta poll on me
She snatching the soul on me
Soon as i get to the crib, she was taking the clothes off me
And i ain't got no bro’s, homie
Cause i got in the jail, with my partner he told on me
How the fuck you gon fold, homie
Now wassup with these niggas
T-bo he gon blow for me
I never give a fuck, 2pac hit em up
Neon missed the uber, he gon pick him up
Put the sack in motion, now they give it up
Gucci, Louis, all designer, switch it up
Treat her like she average when i get a nut
Nigga talking reckless, he ain't did enough
Treat him like a jacket, how we zip em up
Dont be trynna be, cause you ain't stiff enough
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