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(Grrah) Like, what? Huh? (Die O) Gang, gang, gang, nigga Even my grandma know that (Like, what?) Aye, Y to the Gz, Gz to the sky Never put a O before my Y They can't jack beef with us, ain't nobody get touched I gotta whole lotta opps in my blunt Said she fallin' in love, I guess she outta luck She know what I said what I said just to rump Told her line up a O let him think he gon' fuck We gon creep through that back, kick the door, let it dump Red beam on my knock, man, that boy better duck Oh, oh, that boy outta luck Like, it's no way trying shoot up the Rey Trying blitz both ways, like, like And it's okay, she wanna be the opps, she get hit close range like, like Like, it's no way trying shoot up the Rey Trying blitz both ways, like, like And it's okay, she wanna be the opps, she get hit close range like, like It's the life that I'm living', I'm always on go, like And they know I'ma throw, like Free Stunna Geek, got booked with the pole, like Got a M by my dolo, they know I'ma goat Told them free all my hearts from the rock to road Free Stunna Geek, got booked with the pole, like Got a M by my dolo, they know I'ma goat, like They can't jack beef with us, ain't nobody get touched I gotta whole lotta opps in my blunt Said she fallin' in love, I guess she outta luck She know what I said what I said just to rump Told her line up a O let him think he gon' fuck We gon creep through that back, kick the door, let it dump Red beam on my knock, man, that boy better duck Oh, oh, that boy outta luck And he know he my buzzin' and I love him to death, but I just don't give a fuck B Lovee on the set, man that boy better duck Call Bando, my demon, 2Pac, hit 'em up, like Cause they know what we do, like How many opps got put on the news? Yeah, Roscoe a bitch, he got beat out his shoes Put a switch on the Glock, they can't climb when we through, like And they know that we different Free TDot, almost done with his sentence (Like) And I'm still in the trenches Free all my demons locked down in them cells I'm still here, nigga Yo its that DThang, nigga Make 'em get jiggy 'fore we shoot 'em ya heard? R.I.P. Woo
Writer(s): Daniel Collins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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