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This song is by Young Dro.

(Feat. tip and macboney)

(Verse 1: t.i.p)
Hey pimp squad pimp hard we gettin' ours of top
Hit broad ass niggaz in dey jaws of top
Pisol whip 'em then bust 'em in da leg wit da glock
Leave 'em fuckin' shell shocked
Don't get cha fuckin' head chopped
4 tryin' 2 hustle a broad but nigga ours don't stop
Wheather we hustle broads or gettin' our of blocks
Used 2 see us on da block
Hangin' in da spot chillin' fire hot
But we out till diss yeall start sellin
Time 2 re-up and I'm waitin on dude but not devin
Know da feds wonder who no clue I'm not tellin'
We vintage hustlers
Throwback gangstas from "87"
Extremly rare I swear I'm like number 9 out of 11
Now you see us flashin toolz on "22" hot wheelin
Back 2 back 2 back in black and blue and white 7's
Came along way from the trap wit dem hard white 7's
It's a blessin that you peasants was graced wit our presents

Man dem niggaz shell
You don't want no part of da squad
Man dem niggaz shell
Send somethin' at you hit cha hard in ya heart
Man dem niggaz shell
I promise nigga you don't want it wit us
You dumb as hell and ass out tryin' 2 call our bluff [x2]

(Verse 2: young dro)
Y'all caught us on brawus
Change da paint on da chevy June, July, and august
Try one of my dogs get 2 of ya dogs slaughtered
12 chasin us on da trap but they ain't caught us
Dimes jockin who saw us a watch da ammo
Slugs in da belt strapped on my chest boy I'm ramdro
Soldier give me my warriors gucci my leather
Fresh air force ones my guns dats betta
Whateva mafia learnin
Feds found out I was bilengual
When dey heard me speakin' in German
Twistin and turnin'
Drug dealer clickin and bustin'
I'm section 8 project livin' but I'm dealin' wit russians
I swear bodies I'll drop slow
My Mexican colt quepaso
Doublle glock
30 round clips I'll knock 'em out folk
Reload swiftly
Approxamatly 120 slugs come plenty
Wont stop until my whole clip empty 'cause I'm

Shell
You don't want no part of da squad
Man dem niggaz shell
Send somethin' at you hit cha hard in ya heart
Man dem niggaz shell
I promise nigga you don't want it wit us
You dumb as hell and ass out tryin' 2 call our bluff
Man dem niggaz shell

(Verse 3: macboney)
I'm da first sarg. in a blackout
I pull da black mack out
I blow ya back out
Shoot you up higher then stackhouse
My nine clear house
Hide in da corner nigga play mouse
I brang da k out
We serve up beef like a steak house
The devils play house
You talkin' shit but you don't weigh out
Lets see what dey bout
But shit you know how dats gone play out
We paid and dey not
So we don't care shit we gone spray shots
You might leave 2nite but we gone catch you in yo day spot
We glorify hot
Ridin' big in dem fat knots
This where da game stops
We classic soldiers just like reebok
Ridin' hightops I be so high I see da rooftops
Pistol stay cocked cause niggaz thrivin up on my block
Shut da fuck up
Back tha fuck up
Bitch you'll get touched
My clique 2 much
We gone go out rich and famous
So you can blame us
You already pointin fingers
These niggaz sangers
We classified as entertainers

Shell
You don't want no part of da squad
Man dem niggaz shell
Send somethin' at you hit cha hard in ya heart
Man dem niggaz shell
I promise nigga you don't want it wit us
You dumb as hell and ass out tryin' 2 call our bluff

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