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Grrah-grrah Grrah-grrah Maari Grrah-grrah Grrah Bitch, it's deeper than rap You niggas cap, and that shit is wack, like No, I can't beef with a rat Smokin' on Blay, JB got packed, like Bitch, it's deeper than rap You niggas cap, and that shit is wack, like No, I can't beef with a rat Smokin' on Blay, JB got packed, like I see Dougie, on bro, I'ma throw Catch Kay Flock, get beat with the pole I see Notti and Gotti, get low Don't try to bluff when we shoot through the coat Diddy died, he got hit in the toe AR-15, that bitch came with a scope Noah got stomped like Smelly got poked BigDieRey, fuck O to the O, like I told brodie, "Don't run, don't trip" I got a chop, wanna see how it kick? See a crip and I dump out the whip He runnin' from shots, he better not trip I heard they spinnin', that car getting flipped Bitch is a smoochie, spit on the dick Don't try to run, got a beam on the blick Milly got beat, he got hit with a stick Catch Kay, get plucked like Skelly JB got shot and got left by the deli Smokin' on Blay, two poles, I'm deady Hollows gon' rip through his neck and his belly We got chops then blitzin' the Telly That bitch is a smooch, no, she not a wetty We could link if it's war, then be ready That bitch is a thot when I back out the Henny, like I'm with Gunna, don't fuck with the Munna's BigDieRey, catch an O, I'ma blow Got it on me, I'm feelin like Stunna Bend through, hop out, don't get boomed, like I'm with Gunna, bet he stay in tune Catch B Lovee, get swept like broom It's a party, we smokin' on Goon Lil Gotti, call thotty, she shakin' the room, like Let him run if he fast on his feet Beam on the gun, leave him right on the scene Says there's a opp right there, I tell brodie, "Just creep" Beam on his head, he looked dead and deceased Opp thot smoochie, that bitch a treesh Come in correct if you tryna' compete Don't try to bluff, don't shoot up the V Blay got back, JB on a tee, like Bro said, "How many punches you got?", like I got one and like three in a box If you my muddy, for him, you get dropped, like If we miss 'em, we spinnin' the block BigDieRey, bitch, every O shot Bendin' close when it's shoot or get shot I don't want her, that bitch is a thot Lil Gotti, call thotty, but she still an opp He stay running like gunt 16 dead opps, unlimited blunts Don't try to front, they know I'm the one We on a drill, I ain't passin' the gun His cab, who that? We see him and dump Throw up an O, he get beat and get left That bitch a smooch, she come for the rump Smokin' on Blay, 3P in that runtz He talkin' hot, leave him right in a dump I got like UE, Budda in this blunt Don't got a gun, get poled, get gunned I might just hit him if he try to front Hollows gon' hit him, leave a nigga slumped Opp thot smoochie, come for the rump Catch Lil Bouba, put him in a trunk Chop go, "Grrah", we see 'em, they run We see 'em, they run Grrah-grrah Maari
Writer(s): Youssouf Doumbouya, Armando Formosa, Joshua Guzman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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