Lyrics

Ay, Madenka, I think that's the one you know Free the opps so they can fuckin' drop Ay, told my hitters just stay patient He'll be dead look in the morning Keep droppin' disses, we'll drop bodies Cuz, it's really not important Hide your faces from the cameras I can still see through the fake I can see it in their eyes that they don't want no war today They don't wanna see no grave They know we send cunts to that place They don't wanna see my glock They know it loves another case Fuck that, we clearin' up the trace Bring me his blood I want a taste This .38 stays on my waist Cos I be moving place to place Like can't you see the way we're dropping shit We do this shit too well Can't you see us on them TV screens We put these dogs through hell Like can't you see us in these jails The opps get bullied like some girls Like can't you see me with all this jewellery I bet they wish a brother well My bitches doing better than my opps Like how the fuck they rappin? They bring up Murat's name in songs Like cunts are really bout that action It's like they're asking just to d- Send a h- make 'em fly Drop a tear from that bitch's eye These glocks are the greatest lullaby Told my hitters just stay patient He'll be dead look in the morning Keep droppin' disses, we'll drop bodies Cuz, it's really not important Hide your faces from the cameras I can still see through the fake I can see it in their eyes that they don't want no war today I'll start this war with a empty clip Just ask all the opps how we empty shit Cuz they envy us they wish they slipped We caught em on roads left holes in whips Got guns like weak expensive sticks Then bro's on jobs go get that prick He'll get that done then ice his wrist Still get that done, lil bro's dismissed Answer the opps down west We left their shit down five Bro's got nine in his gun, don't lie Come round here akheeds ready to slide Got blessed with J's my blood till I die We on some serious shit, put serious opps in spliffs Jump out the van like Mystery, Inc Aim for his chest, aim for his bitch Let him try run, this glock got a switch Let him try scream, I'll aim at his lips Give him a shell that'll fuck up his ribs Cos we're spilling some blood like we're rolling with crips But we're rolling with bombs and sticks Rolling with things that spit .44 long cuz give it a hit I'll pass to Nasa go run with that shit If he sees him a opp he'll turn him to spliff Told my haters just stay patient He'll be dead look in the morning Keep droppin' disses, we'll drop bodies Cuz, it's really not important Hide your faces from the cameras I can still see through the fake I can see it in their eyes that they don't want no war today T-Told my hitters just stay patient He'll be dead look in the morning Keep droppin' disses, we'll drop bodies Cuz, it's really not important Hide your faces from the cameras I can still see through the fake I can see it in their eyes that they don't want no war today Keep dropping disses, we'll drop bodies Cuz, it's really not important
Writer(s): Ferdinand Medin, Ay Huncho Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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