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Mann

Man, they know what they doingThey talking to 12

They go 'round the corner, they pick up the phone, they run and they tell

They up on the net, they flashing they Tecs

They saying their names, busting them things, robbing these niggas for all of they chains

Then they put they location where they hang, this the new game

But they shoot, man, just snatched my nigga shoe, man

All these youngsters want to be Bloods, it used to be about the Blue gang

Murder weapon, they don't ditch 'em, that trophy shit

Go on IG and flash the same gun that they smoked 'em with, these niggas over-snitch

Shooting guns, recording it, snitch and being a lawyer

These 90's babies crazy, but 2000's a lil' harder

Man they shoot the mall up, Foot Locker wet your girl up

Pick up the phone and call their girl up, and tell 'em they did itMan, fuck

Man, these people fucked up

Man, fuck, fuck

These people fucked upI turn on the news, a mother in tears, a son is gone

I'm thinking 'bout Duke, I put on my shoes, I go check his room

'Cause niggas his age ain't screwed tight, niggas his age, they goon like

We just tryna live the good life, push a nigga shit back, good night

First 48 around this bitch, they telling on their own blood

My girl did it, telling on they own girl for the world, for the world

They got these psycho lil' bitches, they think they're Bonnie, man

They don't need Clyde to do nothing but drive, these bitches gunning, man

Man, these hoes got more nuts than these niggas

Go to jail, they visit, will complete a mission

Unlike niggas, man, oh man, a iPhone is all he had

Hurt my heart 'cause an 80's baby did that, got a nigga like "shit"Man, fuck

Man, these people fucked up

Man, fuck, fuck

These people fucked upEl Chapo back home, they raising prices

They killing our kids, man, I'm talking ISIS (They really don't like us)

Got niggas on bids, man, T-maine and Tys

My touch ain't like Drizzy, nigga, my touch ain't Midas, I strike lighters

I just keep that shit 100 and be stating the facts

Most of American gangsters was American rats

Your favorite trapper you bumping probably never done trapped

That hood he say he represent, he probably never been at

Have you likeMan, fuck

Man, these people fucked up

Man, fuck, fuck

These people fucked up

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