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Whoa's Before Hoes
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G-O-O-D Fellas, young nigga play with this shit, we get reckless
Come to his show, we snatchin’ his necklace
He wanna crack jokes, we eat his face like some eggs for breakfast
GL4 Spaz, bless him
If I was lil' bro, I 'd just shoot out that Lexus
Got some young niggas in the cartel, 956 Texas
Carbon 15 with a drum and a scope, we get extra
I pull that bread out, you know I’m gon’ get him
He totin’ a G2C, Taurus as light as a feather
In the thunder dome, we bring them sticks out, we changin’ the weather
Just come and fuck some, you ain’t even got your shit together
Gen 5 world, we take that boy back to the nether
They wanna throw soft, but we spray like some pepper
Bitch, I’m a Playboy bunny, just call me Hugh Hefner
I don’t know 'bout Slimelife, but I’m a real stepper
You might as well call that hoe Auntie Anne’s 'cause I fold her up like a pretzel
That baby ass fye, we rock out, heavy metal
That nigga too corny so we popped his ass like he kettle
Gang get rowdy, I’m a real-deal rebel
You can’t be Band Gang, you stuck on the same level
That boy wanna ride, he don’t got no pedals
That nigga a pig, the sky just fallin’ on me, just like I’m Chicken Little
Big dog, the only safe one, cannot be belittled
EBG Band Gang, we don’t know ‘bout no jizzle
I keep the Glock in my pocket, it slide, touchin’ on my belly, you know that bih' tickle
10-letter knives touchin' on my stomach, you know ain’t no pressure
I was the type sleepin’ wit my fye under my damn pillow and not in my dresser
My pockets fat like tomatoes, but y'all pussy boys need to catch up
Any beef that we had with niggas, we one-up
You want the smoke back, nigga, whats up?
Band Gang 50-round-drum on Glocks, know the young nigga in a band
I hate niggas just like Ku Klux Klan
Rice street, I was on level 5 and there ain't no gun fye, bottom tips got big knives, top tier drum, no frog eyes
Try to run in my trap, he dead flies, know a young nigga got mob ties
My capo hit my jack, ain't been the same ever since my dawg died
I think I need a relapse 'cause all these bangers in here modified
These niggas hate on us and they throw salt, just like McDonald's fries
Poppin' out, might just free-pick one these niggas 'cause I miss Lil Kya
Bad bitch, she just gon' eat the dick up and just go, you know we don't do goodbyes
They said they not feeling my flow, at least I’m gon’ try
We put a tag on his toe and you know he bye-bye
Free King 30, but he got locked up but you know we 09
I’ll leave a opp dead back in one five
That bih' can't be mine 'cause we know she dick ride
See a J on the block, I'ma serve him a line
Say you did my mans bad? I know that you lying
We don't go out bad, on God, we up fye
Nigga come to my house, I walk out the door with some stuff that’ll shit on a nine
Lil Glokk40, Glokk40Spaz, don't call me B-Whoa
Mob shit, you know I'ma get a B-roll
Me and my whoa, we do not argue 'bout hoes and we not selling our soul
That nigga, he act like a cop, might as well call him robo
Yo nigga a bum and a bitch, I can't believe, bitch, that you fell in love with a hobo (Fuck)
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