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letra de gang - cdot honcho

[intro]
(who dat, trell?)

[chorus: cdot honcho]
the whole gang in here, that .45 sticks (gang!)
that’s about 4-5, 4-5 clips, n-ggas know they ain’t on p-ss
remember i ain’t had sh-t and wished them days would go by
now every day they go by, i’m looking up sh-t to go buy
i’m still a youngin’, i’ll pull up in something and make a b-tch momma say ‘oh my’! (swerve!)
i’ll have my cousin give you a hunnid, that’s a real chain(?) and a throwback (bow, bow!)
n-ggas don’t really be playing with guns, y’all prolly get hurt from the blowback (b-tch!)
n-ggas ain’t come from where i come from, i don’t know what book y’all go by (book y’all go by)

[verse 1: cdot honcho]
you could be on the other side of town, just hit me, i’ll get there in no time
i feel like kobe in ’09, get ’em smokеd, then smoke to unwind
and when wе catch you, make sure you have the same energy you had online
they white-chalking you outside, we basically leaving you outlined
and can you agree that you play long enough, get you a show at half-time
you ain’t gon’ make it to see the rest of the game, we cuttin’ yo’ lifeline

[hook: cdot honcho]
ay, he lackin’ in that suv, we found him like a uav
get with it, put hot sh-t in him, turn yo’ sh-t to an atv
i sent 100 dms, i got goin’ on the first line
she told you ‘but we just met’, i hit that b-tch on the first time
you at home losing your mind, cuz she never answer her facetime
f-ckin’ her face, her face man, she told me ‘hold up, my waistline’
[chorus: cdot honcho]
the whole gang in here, that .45 sticks (gang!)
that’s about 4-5 .45 clips, n-ggas know they ain’t on p-ss
remember i ain’t had sh-t and wished them days would go by
now every day they go by, i’m looking up sh-t to go buy
i’m still a youngin’, i’ll pull up in something and make a b-tch momma say ‘oh my’! (swerve!)
i’ll have my cousin give you a hunnid, that’s a real chain(?) and a throwback (bow, bow!)
n-ggas don’t really be playing with guns, y’all prolly get hurt from the blowback (b-tch!)
n-ggas ain’t come from where i come from, i don’t know what book y’all go by (book y’all go by)

[verse 2: 147 calboy]
most of these n-ggas be posin’, most of these n-ggas be talkin’
he wanna reach for that water, now he gotta sleep with the dolphins
i’m known to keep it a hunnid, so he gotta die if he cross me
i’m known to run up a hunnid a minute, so i know she mad she lost me
and n-ggas, they know i coming from nothing, now i just be on some boss sh-t
he gotta go if he play with that bread, so i send my shooter to stalk him
and i might slide in the brand new coupe, no it ain’t rented, i bought it
i keep my shortie(?) with me and he shoot, no he ain’t missin’, i taught him
we in the spot, better watch your step, i got the gang in here
i let it blow till there ain’t nothin’ left, we bussin’ his brains in here
and you know cal the wild(?) get wild, you know i got danger near
i just might pop out the cut with a clip, cuz you catchin’ a fade out here

- cdot honcho

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