Man this is the E D C all up in this motherfucker

Young Ren and Mr. P

Trained ass D

Yeah this shit is the smell

This like a full scam plot

Man (E D C)

Me and my homies from the D C nigga

Stompin through like this

Why how the fuck can you figure

That you can never fuck with us

Cause we puttin' it down

Shakin' it down

I mean we breakin' it down

Young Ren

(Young Ren)

Aw yeah well let me spit on a mental tip

Quit bein' a bitch

If you wanna be down with this

Finally actin'

Game lackin'

Man I'm slappin'

Quit playa jackin' off the Doja Clik tactics

I'm out this

Clap this alll you want

But you won't rise

You better realize

I'm goin' to sabatoge

It was never no surprise

When I empty through the cats

Bucked everybody

Bitch shut the fuck up

Rollled up to the hold up

With my nine milimeter

Don't erin what you got

I got a full pack of heaters

Call me a cheater

Cause I'm fully equiped

Out smarted by Young Ren

Pee Body from the Doja Clik

Me and that Doja shit

Smokin' on that grip tonight (yeah)

And all my niggas ready to rip the night

Old school Gladis Nyple

We ain't fuckin' with the clip

Six fingers in the air

Cause it's that eastside shit

Yeah, you better flip no script

Or write a new page

Or have a gadge point to your craneum

Cause actin' like you

We fade em'

Eighty-one shot

Murder one with my block

Think I got

Will I get caught

(??)

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