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gold - bandgang masoe, shredgang boogz & big mazie lyrics

[intro: bandgang masoe]
(jose the plug)
they ain’t gon’ like this one
f*ck it, though
rip dada winning, n*gga

[verse 1: bandgang masoe]
n*gga came, but we just boosted up the crime rate
can’t be a minute late, i need a rollie with the dropped face
i ain’t stoppin’ ’til my mama got the proudest face
we annihilatin’, peep the safe, n*gga, give me the cake
yeah, it’s either get down or lay down
i’m runnin’ with them n*ggas, they don’t last, we’d play the round
yeah, it’s either get down or lay down
i’m runnin’ with them n*ggas, don’t smile or play around
yeah, n*gga, you know who back on that
feed the hood, this good crack, tell the hood to suck on that, n*gga
ayy, i’m tryna bring a hundred back
b*tch, your bro ain’t comin’ back, he prayed down, bro, it’s a wrap, n*gga
yeah, glock 40 to the other side
if i wasn’t, i’d get popped, would’ve showed you how he died
we don’t hide, we just slide then it’s bullets flyin’
pressure we applyin’, n*ggas dyin’, hope you keep an eyen
yeah, this rap sh*t gettin’ easy
still go and took it, got it from a real beezy
racks on the line, [?] keep an old cheesy
[?], can’t hit it for a chiefin’
ayy, b*tch respect me like the reverend
margielas on, jammin’, lettin’ these n*ggas have it
for personal use, n*gga, no sellin’
free my n*ggas that’s jailin’, sick of these n*ggas tellin’, n*gga
money (money, n*gga, money, n*gga)
[verse 2: shredgang boogz & big mazie]
in this world, you either a man or a f*ckin’ mouse
you ain’t ’bout sh*t, p*ssy, shut your f*ckin’ mouth
would have my dreadhead partner outside your house
if we ain’t ’bout it, mike and dope, it’s drums stickin’ out (stickin’ out)
mini ar with a hundred on it
pa just facetimed me with a hundred on him
said i can slide or he can put a hundred on him
soon as i make the call, they dropped a hundred on him
so you better think before you go against the gang
don’t be another n*gga dead for some insta’ fame
find blue cheese down the way, that’s some extra change
if i don’t bring it back to sixty, he can keep the change
take over a n*gga hood then we trap it out
i ain’t the kid, don’t approach me tryna scr*p it out
try me, you gon’ stand with everything i’m rappin’ ’bout (ayy)
it’s fun and games ’til them shots get to ringin’ out (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

[verse 3: big mazie]
p*ssy, i’m a k!ller so don’t push me
if a n*gga backdoor, another n*gga in your bushes
back to the traphouse, six doors like a cookit
i’ve been off of iphones, six*plus off insurance
“[?], mazie, where you’ve been?” baby girl, i’ve been up
clown raid just to clown, don’t make us boost that sh*t up
blue pills and money, they think i’m finna crip up
half these n*ggas only street they really get crupped
ar came equipped with a coolant kit on it
walk up in a n*gga hood, bet no n*gga say nothin’
f*ck your mama, ayy, could go to war, it take months (it take months)
n*gga, i’d k!ll your big homie trap a wood
i wish a n*gga would, these n*ggas wish that [?]
understand, mind on that morgue ’cause [?]
if y’all beefin’, why they not murdered?
we [?] sh*t, somebody gotta die first (gang)

- bandgang masoe shredgang boogz big mazie lyrics

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