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Artiste : Doe Boy
Titre : FIRST 48 GANG
Make sure that shit turnt all the way up so they can hear every fuckin´ thing I´m sayin´
Loud and clear
You dig?
Big Doe Beezy, nigga, the biggest

Rubber Band Money Gang, nigga, Rubber Band Murder Gang, nigga
You dig?
Dum-dum-dum-dum, you hear that sound? That mean that´s us comin´, nigga
Steppin´ on everything, everybody move
Let´s go (Oh, really?)

My shooter fresh off First 48, thought I should let you know
His name Baby Shaq, you play, he make another episode
Oh, you ain´t know we step on hoes? Bitch, I´m in Prada head to toe
Was hollerin´ on the net, we face to face, say what you said before
Bitch, I wake up poppin´ Perkies, I can´t fake, my head gone

If I said it then I meant it, that´s what I´m gon´ stand on
Let ´em kick it, know we spinnin´, I can´t lie, you dead wrong
Fuck all that distance, get up close and score like we in the red zone
Touchdown, bitch
My wrist a bust down, bitch
He was takin´ shit then got swept, you dust now, bitch
Hush with that loud shit, I´m busy tryna count, bitch
I´m rich as shit, you might just pass out, see my account, bitch
Bitch, look at this, this a brick on my wrist
OG Dame cookin´ fish, guard his kitchen with my stick
Oh, you thought you had a lick? Blick-blick, that ain´t this

They talkin´ ´bout work out some pressure but when I pull up, niggas dip
Had me locked down, I did my pullups, pushups, and dips
Had a mitt, so I was starvin´ to come home and up this mitt
Uh, hundred racks inside this mitt, broke bitch can´t up shit
I ain´t gon´ lie, if I ain´t feelin´ you, you ain´t eatin´, can´t munch shit (Oh, really?)
Where is you gon´ hang? Bitch, we relocate shit (Fool)
Treat you like my hoes, bitch, I give out facelifts (Mwah, come here, baby)
Made her look like Kylie, but she was so basic
Ain´t make the XXL list, but made the police gang list (Gang, gang, gang)
Gang shit, niggas know how we drummin´

My steppers leave footprints. they know how we comin´
We get bloody, nigga, know how we bomin´
Fuck the opps, they ain´t on nothin´, switch the subject (Oh, really?)
Switch the subject, bitch, let´s talk about this money (Bitch, let´s talk)
Always talk ´bout opps, these niggas never talk ´bout hundreds (Fools)
They say they switches bustin´, but never bitches bustin (Mwah, come here, baby)
Had to switch the subject, they already know how I´m drummin´ (Oh, really?)

Big Oh Really, nigga
Niggas already know what the fuck goin´ on with me, man
They know that

Yeah, been there, done that, man, come on, dog
Play with this shit, you gon´ lay with this shit, we been through all that