This that gang shit pop out gang bitch
This that gang shit stomp yo' brain shit
This that gang shit pop yo' man broad shit
This that gang shit gang shit gang shit
What you know about this tatted cross 'round my wrist
They talk down on my dick open wide drink my piss
I walk 'round with my clique check our tags bitch we slitt'
I don't know what y'all niggas on but I wouldn't call that a fit
Face good staying clean no dawn and these grills smell like mint
You could go right my wrongs but a bitch can't tell me shit
Tell metro I'm a new villain got these guns pointed to the ceiling
Thank my god that I'm winning eighteen baddies' just like krillin'
Luci' tell me you willing fur' 'causing my damn drilling
I'm losing my damn mind 'cause they just keep on winning
Playing with my damn soul I won't do no more killing I won't do no more killing
F*ck y'all niggas in y'all feelings
Yeah' f*ck ya' feelings yeah' f*ck ya' feelings yeah' f*ck ya' feelings yeah' f*ck ya' feelings
What you know about this tatted cross 'round my wrist
They talk down on my dick open wide drink my piss
I walk 'round with my clique check our tags bitch we slitt'
I don't know what y'all niggas on but I wouldn't call that a fit
Face good staying clean no dawn and these grills smell like mint
You could go right my wrongs but a bitch can't tell me shit
You can't control MTHREE'
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This that gang shit pop out gang bitch
This that gang shit stomp yo' brain shit
This that gang shit pop yo' man broad shit
This that gang shit gang shit gang shit
What you know about this tatted cross 'round my wrist
They talk down on my dick open wide drink my piss
I walk 'round with my clique check our tags bitch we slitt'
I don't know what y'all niggas on but I wouldn't call that a fit
Face good staying clean no dawn and these grills smell like mint
You could go right my wrongs but a bitch can't tell me shit
Tell metro I'm a new villain got these guns pointed to the ceiling
Thank my god that I'm winning eighteen baddies' just like krillin'
Luci' tell me you willing fur' 'causing my damn drilling
I'm losing my damn mind 'cause they just keep on winning
Playing with my damn soul I won't do no more killing I won't do no more killing
F*ck y'all niggas in y'all feelings
Yeah' f*ck ya' feelings yeah' f*ck ya' feelings yeah' f*ck ya' feelings yeah' f*ck ya' feelings
What you know about this tatted cross 'round my wrist
They talk down on my dick open wide drink my piss
I walk 'round with my clique check our tags bitch we slitt'
I don't know what y'all niggas on but I wouldn't call that a fit
Face good staying clean no dawn and these grills smell like mint
You could go right my wrongs but a bitch can't tell me shit
You can't control MTHREE'
This that gang shit stomp yo' brain shit
This that gang shit pop yo' man broad shit
This that gang shit gang shit gang shit
What you know about this tatted cross 'round my wrist
They talk down on my dick open wide drink my piss
I walk 'round with my clique check our tags bitch we slitt'
I don't know what y'all niggas on but I wouldn't call that a fit
Face good staying clean no dawn and these grills smell like mint
You could go right my wrongs but a bitch can't tell me shit
Tell metro I'm a new villain got these guns pointed to the ceiling
Thank my god that I'm winning eighteen baddies' just like krillin'
Luci' tell me you willing fur' 'causing my damn drilling
I'm losing my damn mind 'cause they just keep on winning
Playing with my damn soul I won't do no more killing I won't do no more killing
F*ck y'all niggas in y'all feelings
Yeah' f*ck ya' feelings yeah' f*ck ya' feelings yeah' f*ck ya' feelings yeah' f*ck ya' feelings
What you know about this tatted cross 'round my wrist
They talk down on my dick open wide drink my piss
I walk 'round with my clique check our tags bitch we slitt'
I don't know what y'all niggas on but I wouldn't call that a fit
Face good staying clean no dawn and these grills smell like mint
You could go right my wrongs but a bitch can't tell me shit
You can't control MTHREE'
Writer: MTHREE DELEON
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