When we meet you with gats, better find your asylum
Never been a nigga more intricate with the wisdom
Alright we're back again, pop gats again
We must, be the flyest of southerner men
With gats, extra mags and clips
They bringing me fish and chips
Some die while gripping the gats they have
You could ask her ass, i would dash and laugh
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