I am Eduardo Molina
SCUM GANG
Pump to his chest, 40 in the TEC, run up, leave him wet
His bitch give me neck, sippin' on that Tech
Keep that chrome on my side, split his head wide
On that type of time, niggas down to ride, I ain't gotta lie
You would think your bitch love me when she calling my phone
She keep blowing up my shit, I told her, "Leave me alone"
This bitch wanted me to fuck, I only wanted the dome
Heard his niggas talking shit, but they don't want no smoke
When I get that fuckin' mop, it's a different approach
Niggas think that they a giant, but they really a roach
Niggas choke, when it blow, big pole, with a scope
No reload, watch him fall, 40 blow him down the road, gang
Pump to his chest, 40 in the TEC, run up, leave him wet
His bitch give me neck, sippin' on that Tech
Keep that chrome on my side, split his head wide
On that type of time, niggas down to ride, I ain't gotta lie
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