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White boys with tattoos, We are pointing right at you, We are breaking everything, r-rowdy like a classroom, Pack of wolves, 'Cause we don't follow the rules, And when you're running your mouth, Our razor blades come out, Because its nothing in my mouth except my dick and what I spit, So my dick is in my hand when I respond to faggots talking shit, Speaking of fags, already wrap with the drag, We killed him and then we stuffed his body in the Cadillac. Why you always pressin? You know I'm never stressing, With fucking DMS, J-Johny to my left, Got Phantom and the rest, Who are down there at the west, A grew up by drive-by's and L.A gangsta's, So what the fuck do you know about being a gangsta? What the fuck do you know about being in danger? You ain't doing this, so you know you're just talking shit. Mad at all the boys because every song is a fucking hit.
