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What the fuck I'm ridin Behind tint yea that's what I ride behind N---as dyin now so you don't know who's sliding now I feel just like a referee so I stay in the field Standing still knowing they ain't never kill (Bitch ass n---a gimme your gun) Armed and dangerous choppers when I sleep Choppa n---a big ol choppa n---a They ain't wit me yea They plan on standing over me So I gotta keep my foot up on they neck til they can't breathe Just a bitch soon as you make a room for his chest know what I mean Why the fuck you act like you hard and you and you ain't bout a thing This shit real life no façade creep thru the cut with the squad With the same sword that got put on the ol boy I'm in a rover this might be a stolen car better stay out the road boy Or get left in somebody yard Why you askin how he died just know you gon die hard We been acting reckless so don't question who we are Load up the tec for this one ima leave a mess with this one The pussy got away for this one You online I'm a get you and check you lil one Don't get caught behind them blinds they Malcom Xd lil one You ain't leave them stains behind You blood last time I checked lil one They know we be putting shit to rest n---a All these fuckin hats know you don't wanna be the next victim This blick come with a flash It's confidential always stamp n---as This big 308 it sound like it's connected to a amp n---a We let them speakers blow Blow out your speaker hoe Ion know what you speakin for We treat all the opps just like strippers We put them bitches on the pole We can't tip you only thing we giving out is bullet holes Hop out on feet and hit em thru the cheerio Behind tint yea that's what I ride behind N---as dyin now so you don't know who's sliding now I feel just like a referee so I stay in the field Standing still knowing they aint never kill (Bitch ass n---a gimme your gun) Armed and dangerous choppers when I sleep Choppa n---a big ol choppa n---a They ain't wit me yea They plan on standing over me So I gotta keep my foot up on they neck til they can't breathe Just a bitch soon as you make a room for his chest know what I mean Why the fuck you act like you hard and you and you ain't bout a thing This shit real life no façade creep thru the cut with the squad With the same sword that got put on the ol boy Everybody wanna talk about bodies like we ain't got em What's the problem Prolly the reason why your mama up in tears When we hit your block with choppers get to poppin All your partners so go pick them up Nobody but the coroners will Dead on arrival yea you know the drill Used to fuck on her back then I still fuck her still They still talk about that gansta shit That gangsta shit will get them killed I'm armed and dangerous I won't slang that bitch without my wheel You was in my pocket just know I can get em outta here Bitches see my shinin say I'm shinin like a chandelier No I ain't just rhyming you can check my teeth my neck and ears You don't wanna die bitch you stay in the clear Behind tint yea that's what I ride behind N---as dyin now so you don't know who's sliding now I feel just like a referee so I stay in the field Standing still knowing they aint never kill (Bitch ass n---a gimme your gun) Armed and dangerous choppers when I sleep Choppa n---a big ol choppa n---a They ain't wit me yea They plan on standing over me So I gotta keep my foot up on they neck til they can't breathe Just a bitch soon as you make a room for his chest know what I mean Why the fuck you act like you hard and you and you ain't bout a thing This shit real life no façade creep thru the cut with the squad With the same sword that got put on the ol boy
Writer(s): David Catherine, Kyre Task Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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