Tillie - Bloody Gat

We getting bands as a gang
We split it up in a G-Class, switching lanes
Nigga ride my wave, can't let him hang
I tote a gat, brought a choppa on the bag
And that bitch got extended mag
I don't miss, the beam attached
Choppa sing, make that boy dance
Might just leave him in the past
Ain't no way he gon' get back
And that boy been talking tough, so the bullets talking back
Choppa spitting, it attack
Choppa busting, spray his gang
Choppa punching on his back
Up that gat and bust his cap
Gang was geeking, going mad
They were geeking in a Merc', yeah
Off a perc
Swear my boy was pouring lean
L-O-S-T on my shirt
L-O-S-T, that's the team
Choppa punching on his back
Up that gat and bust his cap
Gang was geeking, going mad
They were geeking in a Merc', yeah
Off a perc
Swear my boy was pouring lean
L-O-S-T on my shirt
L-O-S-T, that's the team

Written by:
Kgotso Bomvana

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