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[Intro] GANG! L's... shoutout my squad man 150 Roc Block man Got a whole lotta hunnids on me, lotta guns On us man... ain't no fuck niggas come before ma Squad, no bitches man What bitch come before me? Haha R.I.P. my niggas...Welcome To Fazoland The Mixtape L's [Hook] I got this .30 on me Let a nigga try to run up on me I'mma blow this whole damn .30 Yeah that nigga tried to run up on me I got all this money on me Yeah I know you wanna run up on me I got a hollow tip for any one of these Hunnids that I got up on me, pussy These niggas love it all, these bitches want it Bitches want me And my niggas got all these hoes But a bitch'll never come before me, pussy I ain't got no money on me I only got a couple hunnid on me So if I buy me some weed and some lean I ain't got no more money on me, pussy [Verse 1] Look All this money, these hoes, these clothes man It don't mean shit to me Wanna be the youngest nigga wit a hunnid fifty M's Bitch I'm tryna make history But I always gotta keep this .30 on me Nigga that's Black History No safety, if a nigga run up on me nigga Now he Black History You can catch me on the block all day Better check my history Big blunts remind me of the block Hallways smelt just like piss to me And I cough so long, cause the smoke so strong That's why I gotta sip the drank Bitch asked me "Herbo why yo cup so pink?" I said "that's that mystery, bitch!" How the Act had me gone like that That's a unsolved mystery When the Jakes ask me how they man's got whacked That's an unsolved mystery Out in traffic niggas know Duwop got the Gat Bitch it ain't no mystery And every time I leave the house, got the strap on my side Bitch it's like my hip to me GANG!! [Hook] [Verse 2] Niggas know imma feind for the pants wit the wings Yeah that's a couple hunnid on Jeans Niggas know imma feind pourin' 8's of the lean Nigga that's a couple hunnid on drink Can't tote anything ho under .17 'Cause I got alotta hunnids on me Duwop got the Neen that's totin' .17 Smoke a nigga if he run up on me, bitch! Me and the bros ran thru alotta ho's But a bitch'll never come before me And these ho's ain't shit I'll feed Tell the bitch she out of luck if she come before me, GANG!! And nigga you can still catch me over east Even though I'm the hottest in the streets Pelle Pelle on my back, Robin Jeans on my ass And you know I keep Prada's on my feet Shootin' shit we scorin', D-Wade wit the Thunder And you know I'm like Ibaka wit the Heat "Herb how you like Ibaka wit the Heat?" Shoot a nigga wit the choppa' till he sleep Blue tips sittin' all up in the FN Wet a nigga like he hoppin' in the sea Then I'm back on the Ave Wit a mouth full of glass can't serve Unless you coppin' it from me bitch! [Hook]