Lyrics

Yeah (yeah) This shit off the top, man Like every other track (yeah) Yeah Red lights, we get niggas shot down (grr) Pressure where you want, hear this gun sound (huh?) I get this lil' feelin' when the Perc' 'round (I get this lil' feelin') I get this lil' feelin' when the Perc' 'round me And FNs (and FNs) We hit up all opp blocks in the West End (it's real) Started off with deuce-deuce but my nigga ain't tryna kill Left school, I had to get it, no more stressin' (never, nevеr) Hit his block two times (yeah), trap on block full-time Promеthazine, codeine, girl, don't you spill mine (spill) I had to step and make some plays, I couldn't waste time (uh) Stick stuck on hip, huh, stick up on my waistline I lost emotions, see, I ain't had none He lost, he know it, but ain't no love lost, nah You know my love costs, yeah Yeah, bro slowed down the whip (grr) Made me hop out quick They know what it is when we see 'em She gon' line 'em for a play, boy, I mean it Real slatt, keep her close for a reason Brother (yeah), big chopper, wanna play with cudder? We pop out cut, you know you bleed, huh (yeah, bleed) You with the opps, you better duck with 'em This how it goes (yeah) Came with my hitter and we all on go Red lights, we get niggas shot down (grrt, grrt) Pressure where you want, hear this gun sound (grrt, grrt) I get this lil' feelin' when the Perc' 'round (grrt, grrt) I get this lil' feelin' when the Perc' 'round me And FNs (and FNs) We hit up all opp blocks in the West End (it's real) Started off with deuce-deuce but my nigga ain't tryna kill Left school, I had to get it, no more stressin' (yeah, drill)
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