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Shaquan Green
Shaquan Green
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Damn Demon glah glah Glah glah Oh I'm bugging for real yea It's time Let's go Geek geek geek geek I'ma clap up the party It's filled up wit opps Ask what I do when They pass me the rock Beam and scope Ima take off his top Who gone do what Come and send me the drop They know I'm like that Ain't gotta fight back Try to bite me ima bite back I'ma gbg baby so Don't try to play me Or you might wanna Take your wife back Nigga went from a baller To stuck in a chair Aye that's crazy go And get your life back And I'm big dtb I can't Cuff her or love her I'm not you niggas I can't wife that Ayo yalla be buggin ummmm He'll turn into nothing Oh ya like jumping niggas me too With this 40 please Don't think I'm bluffing I'ma up it and blow when I put on the scope that's A head tap to ya muffin Just call me the reaper When I'm in your hood cuz When I get there you get to running Got me thinking like damn These lil niggas is riding for me But they ain't see the dream If it's up then it's stuck Ima spin by my dolo Cuz no I do not need a team How I hit you let's Bend on the opps and you Do not reply you Leaving me on seen If I'm making a call then It's gone be my twin Because he be spinning like a feen Yo Drowzy That's a opp ima pass you knocka When you oot better dumb that choppa If his bitch in the way move proper Reload cock back then pop her We don't talk if it ain't boutta check And he flexing but I ain't impressed Why tf would you spin in a vest Like I mine as well shoot at your neck And them hollows gone Rip through his flesh Smoking who okay you going next I'm a Buggout ima booming at best Bitch I'm clicking till nothing is left 45 Make me feel like I'm deaf So loud it sound like it Might rip through ya vest I thought sdot was Really the oota He running it look like He ran outta breath I been doing this shit Since a kid back when Renzo was lacking Caught 3 to the chest I could talk bout some demons But I'm really real So I leave them up under my bed They don't know what i jack but They know I don't lack You might just catch A shot to the head Wit this 30 get dirty She do not deserve me But I gotta make sure she fed If I ever get caught Better up and blow But just make sure you Click til I'm dead You can send me the addy I'm gonna pull up You do not have to Leave me on read Why you flashing your Money in public I might just pull up And take All of ya bread She like how I vibe on the beat She gone ride on the D Think she lookin for clout She asking if I got the free She gone slide on the beef If I'm pulling it out I just want the neck I ain't taking the rest When I nut then you gotta get out Ima say what I want Ima do what I want If you think you can try me Then boy come and try me But just know you pushing your luck If it's smoke in the air I ain't clearing it out Ima spin if you tell me it's up Big 4 don't drop my shit nigga
Writer(s): Leu Marian, Shaquan Green, Jan Eli Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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