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(Tri-Tri-Tri-Trillogy) he is
(Yeah, yeah, yeah) (hol' up)
O. Sama (ayy)
(It's Chupi, anyways) (ayy) yeah
Hol' up (ha-ha-ha)
No hoe shit, I'm on that Zoe shit, ATL four shit (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm leanin' that 40 pokin', don't make me blow it (woo)
You beefin', you must be jokin', bust your head open (boom)
We creepin', kill you and your friend, my hitters go in (grrah)
Sama Gang is how I'm rockin', and how I'm rollin' (bah)
You lazy bitch, I come through like I'm Sheldon, my choppa fold him (grrah)
My lil' nigga fucked around and popped him, 'cause I said I know him (bah-bah)
My homie did a home invasion, he kicked the door in (boom)
Around here we killin', 'bout that gang shit, boy don't get into this (yeah)
Y'all on the internet fakin', don't makin' me spin a Ben' (grrah)
Nigga watch what the fuck you sayin', 'cause I'll spin again (yeah)
AK had the Earth shakin', when I hit his mans (grrah)
Niggas 'round me never lackin', we strapped like Pakistan
I grew up all I knew was trappin', Pack from Afghanistan
Crackers sent me up the road, for sellin' heroin
I was turnt up, up the road, slangin' contraband (woo)
Free my niggas out the jam, for my niggas I go ham
I tote Glocks, 'cause they don't jam, carbon out the minivan
Mac-10 make a nigga dance, ooh, there go the ambulance
Sorry, it's too late, my lil' nigga finished him
No hoe shit, I'm on that Zoe shit ATL four shit (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm leanin' that 40 pokin', don't make me blow it (grrah)
You beefin' you must be jokin', bust your head open (bah)
We creepin', kill you and your friend, my hitters go in (grrah)
Sama Gang is how I'm rockin', and how I'm rollin' (grrah)
You lazy bitch, I come through like I'm Sheldon, my choppa fold him (grrah)
My lil' nigga fucked around and popped him, 'cause I said I know him (bah-bah)
My homie did a home invasion, he kicked the door in (bah, bah, boom)
Since a lil' boy, kept the mindset to get the check (get the check)
J-Juggin' off the block, run it up without breakin' a sweat
I-I ain't even know it, I was out here serving to the feds (yeah)
Thought I was slayin' boy, 'til them crackers hit me with that fed (yeah)
Rookie to the game, I hate it here unless you's from the ves'
Untamed, but being hard-headed, one thing I regret
C-Catch a nigga, stop him, hop out with the choppa at your head (grr, grr)
I don't do no talkin', 'cause this choppa on me got Tourettes (bah-bah-bah-bah)
Bands on my head, like Obama, niggas want Osama dead (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Get you wet, I'm bringin' drama, JayO stay strapped with the Tec
Disrespect, we pull up to your set and shoot up what you rep (grr, grr)
Disrespect, we pull up to your set and shoot up what you rep (grr, grr)
No hoe shit, I'm on that Zoe shit ATL four shit (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm leanin' that 40 pokin', don't make me blow it (grrah)
You beefin' you must be jokin', bust your head open (bah)
We creepin', kill you and your friend, my hitters go in (grrah)
Sama Gang is how I'm rockin', and how I'm rollin' (yeah)
You lazy bitch, I come through like I'm Sheldon, my choppa fold him (grrah)
My lil' nigga fucked around and popped him, 'cause I said I know him (bah-bah)
My homie did a home invasion, he kicked the door in (bah, bah, bah, bah)