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Go 'head (No, I'm fuckin' over it) Say it right here Ayy-ee Yeah Slime So many bullets and we gotta use 'em Them niggas try pull it, you gone to the fullest That nigga's a groupie, pulled off on a shooter And he said, he had a full clip, yeah Fast reactions, closest strap, I'ma grab it Bitch, I get active They count dropping, we subtractin' (fuck) Fuck you niggas mean? It's some traction (fuck) Who the fuck y'all niggas whackin'? (Fuck) Niggas lookin' dumb, start preachin' that black shit (fuck) I value my brothers, we sendin' off crackheads So much murders, they bringin' them hounds in He flexin' money, I know that them pounds in Hе said, he got zaza and he want some thousands My nigga said, hе might rob him, take him down then Them niggas pussy, they not gon' retaliate Step on a nigga and send him a smiley face Beat a nigga ass and check every pocket They say, "Try it before you knock it" Nigga try me, he get hit with that blaow Infect niggas, we gon' come out the cut If his bitch thick, she get shot in the butt Dick and a Glock, we ain't showin' no love Let off ten shots, so I'm ridin' with a dub 38, that's a snub my UGGs Traction Traction Traction Traction, what? You say, niggas want some traction? Traction Traction Traction Traction, what? You say, niggas want some traction? I'm in this bitch with more sticks than a pawn shop, yeah (sticks than a pawn shop, yeah, yeah) Don't send no goofies to slide, you gon' get your pawn shot (gon' get your pawn shot, it's there) As long as they on the block, we gon' spin that bitch nonstop (spin that bitch nonstop, yeah) Bombaclat, pussy boy, we want smoke like a Rasta (yeah, grr) Thought the pain'd go away, but it got sharper (but it got sharper, yeah) Bring your bitch in, we gon' injure the starters (injure the starters) This that real jungle shit, we don't listen to farmers (listen to farmers, yeah) I only want the bullets that go through the armor (that go through the armor) Baby Glock, hold that bitch in my armpit (bitch in my armpit) Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee, we came through swarmin' (baow, baow, baow, baow) I got my own religion, might fuck around start a army, yeah (start a army) And I ride with that shit that make cars start alarming (start alarming) Mm
Writer(s): Saaheem Malik Valdery Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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