51st Disciple Lyrics – Gang51e June
Singer: Gang51e June
Title: 51st Disciple
D.a. got that dope
He been coolin’ wit’ his partna’, blowin’ dope
Plottin’ how to put another body on his pump, oh-ohhh
Heard somebody called him, prolly’ said, “it’s smoke,”
That lil’ n#gg# turnt up out his body, he on go, oh-ohhh
Before he let ’em take his soul, he gon’ make a n#gg# ghost
He gon’ up that chop’ and let it blow, oh-ohhh
This gangsta’ sh#t done made him cold, he been thuggin’ wit’ his pole
Bangin’ 55 minus 4, ohhh
Better tell these n#gg#s he ain’t gangsta
He ain’t walkin’ out the house unless that n#gg# got his banger
Well, they better tell these n#gg#s they ain’t dangerous
He’ll work the choppa out like he done got it for a chain, no
They took his cousin early, he couldn’t believe they got him buried
He broke down at miss shirley’s, they told him chill and not to worry
f#ck that, ain’t no sparin’, got people dyin’, now it’s scary
Don’t care ’bout kids and parents, them bullets flyin’ like canaries
He went and bought a new choppa’, ain’t hearin’ nobody, not even his momma
He grew out his dreads like a rasta, {?}
He fallin’ out wit’ his partnas’, these n#gg#s goin’ to war over dollas’
He tryna’ get to the commas, camo bandana with fendi and prada
He been coolin’ wit’ his partna’, blowin’ dope
Plottin’ how to put another body on his pump, oh-ohhh
Heard somebody called him, prolly’ said, “it’s smoke,”
That lil’ n#gg# turnt up out his body, he on go, oh-ohhh
Before he let ’em take his soul, he gon’ make a n#gg# ghost
He gon’ up that chop’ and let it blow, oh-ohhh
This gangsta’ sh#t done made him cold, he been thuggin’ wit’ his pole
Bangin’ 55 minus 4, ohhh
Somebody tell these n#gg#s they some b#tches, i ain’t hanging wit’ no rats and i ain’t hangin’ wit’ no snitches
Man, somebody tell these n#gg#s mind they business, i been runnin’ up a check, yeah, i been runnin’ up them digits
Say they gon’ snatch my chain, b#tch try to reach, i up and bang
I feel like damien wang, b#tch we a army, major pain
And b#tch, i stayed the same, through all the fake sh#t and the fame
And rip my main, ayy d trey this sh#t in yo’ name
He been coolin’ wit’ his partna’, blowin’ dope
Plottin’ how to put another body on his pump, oh-ohhh
Heard somebody called him, prolly’ said, “it’s smoke,”
That lil’ n#gg# turnt up out his body, he on go, oh-ohhh
Before he let ’em take his soul, he gon’ make a n#gg# ghost
He gon’ up that chop’ and let it blow, oh-ohhh
This gangsta’ sh#t done made him cold, he been thuggin’ wit’ his pole
Bangin’ 55 minus 4, ohhh
Somebody tell these n#gg#s they some b#tches, i ain’t hanging wit’ no rats and i ain’t hangin’ wit’ no snitches
Man, somebody tell these n#gg#s mind they business, i been runnin’ up a check, yeah, i been runnin’ up them digits
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