Lyrics:
and take your dinners
I miss my dog, ain’t seen him in a minute
Sometimes you gotta play the villain
We came from shootouts in the trenches
Tool in his mouth
with me every day, really lonely, don't know who's for me
When I was stuck down in them trenches, what you do for me
We Was in a shootout tryna get em',
killin' your whole gang and shit
And we don't leave no evidence
Shootouts with whole pedestrians
Christian Dior, I'm steppin' in
Fuck, I got blood on my
You clutching on your rueger while I'm clutching on mine too
It's gon' be a shootout n***a I can't wait to shoot
I be off the percs and I be leaning
pop me a bar
From fist fights to shootouts they say we took it too far
They waiting for me to fall nah this the rise of a star
Young nigga on the come
know the bouncer than he let you in there with your weapon
Fights and shootouts usually how the night was ended
A death trap because our only exit was
Fuck ur business (man)
I’m still riches
Rich in rhyme
I got my peaches
Shootout to my girlfriend
Shootout to my gang
I promise with my homie
the most
I was duckin' bullets, shootouts, me and my guys design your porch
Look in your eyes and I see ho, don't be surprised when you see smoke
Ain't
wasn't cut out for the gram life
Paperwork and bread right
Shootouts and my hands nice
I knew it was raw when it was stickin' to the pan tight
I
niggas 'cause every day, it's another great invention
Wanna talk about loot? Then I bring the loot out
Talk about shootout? Better be a shootout like
nigga's waves, I was signed to the streets
I just deadass had a shootout at my crib, I hired guards (oh)
I ain't sittin' down in jail doin' life, I'm
Shootouts every other week, we had that
Bitches every other night, I'm past that
I'ma always play my part, give a fuck 'bout no awards and shit
I still
Tengo rifle y tengo glocks
Te nockean flow tapaout
Te estrellamos la jeepeta
Ya no hay tiempo de breakout
Nos bajamos con los AK
No se salvan del shootout
Shootouts in my hood, shit like Black Ops
Turn my momma house into a trapspot
Ay, trapspot, I got trapspots
Look, trapspot, I got trapspots
Look, Margiela
cracks, before the fucking cops
Shootouts nigga, that's how it go down
In your hood, my hood, in every town
Remember what I told ya, stay strapped like
the spots
Let's have a shootout go get ya Glock
Off a pill he tuff but wake up a bitch
Call glizzymoe chase his ass wit the stick
Bitch I got a bag ona guys
like you owe em sumn
Hatin for no reason
Shootouts on the weekends
If im good then all my niggas eatin
Show no love im use to em always leavin
Pulled up
Doo doo
Get to rushin'
(Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah)
Have a loud shootout outside, rrah, rrah
(Sleezy, sleezy, sleezy)
See them bodies on the channel
Brick)
That lil' boy can't hide, yeah, yeah, yeah
And I think that lil' ho my type
Shootout with these niggas
I don't want to fight
Take her to the left
never post a shootout with my brothers, they fightin' cases
I'll never post a shootout with none of my brothers, they on probation
That shit you told
not gonna speak on that just yet
I just want you to listen
You ain't never win a fist fight in your whole life
You ain't never gonna shoot-outs
in your
gas, kerosene, three roll, wedding ring
In my DM meddling, off the X, that ecstasy
I can't get enough of it (Can't get enough of it)
I shootout in
of my dawgs and I'ma make sure all y'all feel one
Unexpected shootout, you ain't knowin' when that drill come
Come and shoot up who house? We gon' post
and shootouts, I did crime with my brothers (crime)
His pain my pain (my pain)
Bitch, I'm cryin' with my brothers (cryin' with my brothers)
Bitch, we ain't
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