| This that dope flow, make you want to smoke yo
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| Niggas getting higher than the motherfucking ozone
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| Game in a choke hold, lame niggas go home
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| 'Fore you fuck around and get hit with the four-four
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| Oh no, them boys is whylin'
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| Fetti Gang, them boys is whylin'
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| GBE 300, my youngins, you know them boys is violent
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| Fetti Gang we violent, from Chiraq to Atlanistan
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| Our feet touch U.S. soil, but it’s feeling like Afghanistan
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| It’s a war outside, no man is safe huh
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| Either die like a coward, or strap up and stay strong
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| Taliban my state, feeling suicidal
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| So sick in the head, doc won’t even check my vitals
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| I still feel like a bloodhound, after pulling up then drawing down
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| With 100 blocks, assault rounds
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| Either lay it down or get laid down
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| See them boys be whylin', we come through loud and silenced
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| Fetti Gang they whylin', they got choppers that’ll blow like?
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| My niggas stunt, they bout it
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| We wild, we leave them frowning
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| I got a bad Italian, throw hundred’s make her pile it
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| All my niggas know is gang bang, boy don’t get your ass?
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| All my niggas on a rampage, got your bitch doing a campaign
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| I’mma ball, they complicate
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| Each spray, they andale
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| Catch a body, he lingerie
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| Let his body be a runaway
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| Let’s get it
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| You better cool it down, cause my boys be whylin'
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| With the black gloves and them black masks, my boys get violent
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| Got a hundred rounds with 300 niggas, that’ll bring out sirens
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| Got cold hearts that never gave a fuck, and we love the violence
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| Fuck all the small talk, Fetti Gang gang bang
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| Hit 'em with the Chief Keef, pussy niggas get bang banged
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| We got these niggas scared, cause we coppin' 'em like terrorists
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| We some new niggas like marriages, I hope you better cherish it |