Drag racing (feat. Teezy1up & Shootaman)
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Uh uh uh All my opps dead (Huh) High speed in the fast whip the cops behind we fled off Nigga tried to run got hit in his hip knock his legs off He in this bitch talking crazy he mustve done popped a tramdol Just like i was deaf i aint know what he was saying Nigga slide and give him death its like well hoe we see red (Clutch) I aint know what he was saying bitch that 40 hit his neck Like a fucking cold drink my shooter put his ass in check Where yo vest I got tecs i got nines Shooters come from behind Shell catcher on my n5 nigga knock out ya spine Huh gang uh Got to shit to make him get back We be in the trap breaking pounds just like they kit kats Dunking in yo bitch shooting threes you hear the splish splash Pulled off in the foreign car you know this bitch fast Toting on some custom shit to make a nigga get back Ion do the media bucking dissing he gone get you wacked Yea uh Bitch dont try me boy Hit you in yo head with that lead now you a island boy I be fresh dripping in designer i be styling boy Hit ha from the back she get to screaming make a lot of noise Uh uh Na who want smoke with me 762 in the drac but he got hit with 223 Spin yo block like a part two we double back then repeat Aint no resting in peace he gone have to rest in pee Brand new glizzy this bitch come from cicis up and twerk the glee Ion f*ck with dude up in this street so he cant get no feature Choppa with a drum like 808 this bitch sound like the beat He say its beef then you know it aint safe we come right where you sleep Bullets hit his fro like a bald head aint no coming back Niggas eating cheese please believe he a fucking rat Draco at your front door like you ordered that You know we smoking on that dead man get yo lick back Sick and tired of that childish shit i aint with that He be hard up on the gram in person he aint with that I aint with that talking nigga i aint with that chit chat Toting on sum custom shit to make a nigga get back Ha nigga f*ck you talking bout Shooters on the roof like john wick bitch they gon walk you down Last name brown ima clown ion f*ck around nigga talking shit Put his stupid ass up in the ground He keep on pillow talking up the ar let it spray Say it to my face i catch a body get off like oj His bitch sucking dick on the side he think its ok If that was me that would be that stupid hoe last day ha Yea nigga f*ck he talking bout Nigga think he safe like i wont shoot up his granny house 762 knock the dentures out ha fucking mouth Oh toodles come here lil bitch im bout to slime em out Uh uh Its lil dirt huh you know it aint shit to dirt you Walk down with that arp and hit chu up and murk you Man the niggas never out at night like they got curfew Walk shit down big ole movie clip like its rehearsal If i take that money i wont never reimburse you He aint go up on that drill im still gone let my yougin smoke dude We deep up in that durango a four by four and we got four twos All my opps dead in the grave put they ass on the news
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