Lyrics

Loady G Fuck the peace nigga Ha, ha, ha Production shot Aye bitch, my aiming game official Catch a opp, that nigga fucked We put fullies on our pistols Hear that "brrt" you out of luck Last nigga that we caught we ain't give that boy no time to duck I don't know why these niggas capping Go check the score, they know who up Get your sister to set you up You'll think your family was corrupt Got this lil hoe from Milwaukee She'll go crazy for some bucks Nigga talking all that hot shit Get his watermelon bussed You better stay inside that house 'Cause gang and them don't give no fucks They'll smoke you at the store They'll smoke you at your show They'll let that fully blow And knock your head from off your throat Eeny, meeny, miny, moe How many opp niggas got smoked Every time I get interrogated I just act like I don't know Diss on bro, we up the score We at your door like yo P.O Hit the scene then I ain't leaving Til' somebody brains up on the floor You think that Smith & Wesson loyal? Treat my Glock like this bitch royal This a message to Lil' Red None of your niggas sliding for you Yeah I see them niggas looking Hope they don't think that they no bullets "Vra vra" Switch up on this Glock Gon' bake him like a cookie I get active with this fully Bitch I'm too far from a rookie Niggas seen that I was out They in the house, they playing hooky They keep hiding, but I keep looking Peak through the blinds I'ma get to shooting They see Loady executing That's why the opps steady recruiting I'm still with the same niggas Grave digging gang members And whenever them boys go Just know they got that thang with them We ain't never out here lacking Catch a opp nigga in traffic We gon' turn his ass to ashes Last thing he hear is choppers clapping Niggas die when I'm on missions Known for standing on straight business They done freed the real Spaz Now it's time to free Shad and Diggy Aye bitch, my aiming game official Catch a opp, that nigga fucked We put fullies on our pistols Hear that "brrt" you out of luck Last nigga that we caught we ain't give that boy no time to duck I don't know why these niggas capping Go check the score, they know who up Get your sister to set you up You'll think your family was corrupt Got this lil hoe from Milwaukee She'll go crazy for some bucks Nigga talking all that hot shit Get his watermelon bussed You better stay inside that house 'Cause gang and them don't give no fucks Gang
Writer(s): Tikhon Spichka, Rundown Spaz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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