(feat. D-Gotti, Double D, E.S.G)



[Hook]

Mash for cash, trying to overload the stash

Boy your gun gon let your mouth, overload your ass

Now fuck a ski mask, bare faced and we blast

We hit your cuts light it up, then we dash

Don't let your mouth, overload your ass

Get smashed write a check, that your ass cash

Don't let your mouth, overload your ass

Get smashed write a check, that your ass can't cash



[E.S.G.]

Now Lord help this G, the ten commandments I done broke one

Went out my way with a AK, had to smoke one

We tote guns, E.S.G. got plenty

You got beef that's weak, you best to leave it at Wendy's

Endo and henny, got my brain set confused

Tear drop tattoo, bout to get some blood on my shoes

But fool you lose, trying to play that punky Suge Knight shit

You get your hoe ass kicked, or hit with a sixty round clip

Better close hem loose lips, or get smacked like a hoe

Niggaz accurate, cause E heart ain't black no mo'

It's Wreckshop motherfucker, so keep that plex

Now fuck a vest, gattling gun and tear a hole in your chest

A bloody mess what's next, you won't see me no mo'

SKS with a scope, when you see E oooh

Cause hoes you know and I know, can't nan nigga take mine

Want some good advice, better get your ass back across that state line



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[D-Gotti]

Lord forgive me, I done seen had to take a man's life

Another victim of genocide, I'm talking black on black crime

Wonder formaldehyde, 14 young when I did it

Most niggaz scream killa, but D-Gotti he live it

I admit it I was wrong, but life goes on

Head stone under my belt, gotta deal with it till I'm gone

It started out Monday morning, on my way to high school

Got out my do' and then some hoes, some stolen merchandising too

Bending Screw out the do', Polo to the feet

Beep beep goes my pager, 911 emergency

That's my T. hell cream, backdo' on my way

Into the house do' kicked down, and tears running down her face

Police done wrecked the place, but the merchandise I bought

It's my fault but I'm like fuck it, he gotta pay the cost

Had to take a walk, with my nine on my side

We bumped heads I'm steaming hot, he talking down I open fire



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[Double D]

Who got the hardest beats around nigga, who keep it underground

Who make the whole town, lay the fuck down

Don't let your mouth overload your anus, you ain't famous

Mob shit fa sho', you can't tame us

I'm riding with my shit off safety, you niggaz wanna chase me

Then run up fool, I hope to God you don't make me

Get my killas and ride, too much chaos for you to hide

4-5 between your eyes, ain't no way to survive

I got killas in fo' states, and I'll alert em at will

That way you can't do no shows, without you getting your cap pealed

For real, cause niggaz ain't no bitch in me

I got the blood of a G, running thick through me

And I'm aiming for head shots, there ain't no games to be played

You in the war field nigga, with the army brigade

It's Wreckshop no guessing, we tearing holes for testing

And fuck any nigga you impressing, with that shit you stressing



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