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Pull up to the party with like 4 or 5 niggas

Swerving like a mother fucker off of that liquor

That white, that dark, got me right (don't stop)

With that bullshit, full clip if you're fin to pull it

Rep your shit nigga (x4)

Rep your shit (x3)

Rep your shit nigga


[ObiWanSan]

You see my wrist liquid nitrogen

Ain't no one as fly as him

My niggas keep the heat like the head that's on Leviathan

I'm steady pulling strings bitches, like I got a violin

Realest shit I ever spoke like wheels that keep you cyclin'

Not really into rellos so like Griffin I be pipin' them

Should have said Griffin when I said you're not as fly as him

Nigga I ain't lyin', keep the bitches smilin'

Mr. Murk-A-Verse now I've got his family cryin'

Never console, like devices with controls

Body in a body, kinda like the dude from Holes

Lean keep me tipping like the cars from '64

And the green keep me lifted like a nigga doing dope

They say my shit dope. New Reagan Era

Lines on their minds like snapbacks or New Eras

Cold like Carrera, and no not Lu

And you better not err or LASERS pointed at you

Bitch


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[CoachTheDON]

It's Coach the mother fucking Don

Cough til' I'm absent, yeah I'm gone

Can't fade the flow, yes crazy though, putting rings on hoes while I act Lebron

No Sonic 'cuz that's dead my nigga

You bought it, naw you rent my nigga

Ain't shit to say, it's ISH all day

And you know I'm gonna put on for my niggas

Shout out to Team Chalupe

Yeah you know we GEAT the coup, that means them pigeons

Them birds we hittin' in the back throwin' stacks

Yeah ya'll know the crew

Hit my phone like, "Where's the 'lupe?"

I laugh 'cuz ya'll left out the loop

Naw, no repeats just listen keenly and maybe ya'll can fuck with the winning group

That's Coach The Don, Wan San, A.C.E. and EZITO

UStheJUICE, Lezlo Loon, Jeff my dude, and Big O

Ham King got my back, we got it batch

Lil Bs can't fuck with The Pack

It's I to the S whole team on deck

Don't fuck with the rest ya'll don't want that wreck


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[KJ]

Tell these ugly mother fuckers that, I don't do no fussing back

Rolling up, who got the match?

Remind me, play me back to back

Homie I let my powers spread, I don't need to bust a gat

These internet thugs be softer than some Brillo pads

See me instrumental spaz, my Crest push your dentals back

Tommy got the winners back

ISH and FAM, that GAWS shit

Damn we far from regular

Like shredded cheese we tear them up

Take your bitch and tear her up

She give me cerebellum bruh

Chilling outside with them ISH niggas

Never catch me with a bitch nigga

I'm a grind hard til' I'm rich nigga

Smoking on loud, get licked nigga

No stopping our grind, must be outta your mind

Stacking these dollars one day at a time

Forever a Memory, fuck all my enemies

Sick with no remedy, hand me the mic

All I know is hustlenomics

Eff a comic, ya'll be comical

Rolling up chronic now I'm feeling astronomical

Feeling like the future and my cause is probable

Eff all these obstacles, my whole team unstoppable


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