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don’t hate the player, n-gga, hate the game (hate the game)
it’s this one opp, when i catch him i’ma sn-tch his chain (i’ma sn-tch his chain)
last opp we caught, close range, tore him out the frame (grr)
rip’s hit his scalp, ripped through his brain (rrah, rrah, rrah)
ain’t no goin’ out to eat when you in a war (war)
catch him lackin’, whack him, he ain’t get to make it to the store (go, go, go, go)
if i ain’t posted on the o, i’m posted on the 4 (i’m on the 4)
if i ain’t spinnin’ through the 6, i’m spinnin’ through the trolls
bro really let the switchy off twice in one day (for real)
i hope you can run from this forty in them rtas
shots from the drac’, we k!ll his brother, make him split ways (split ways)
heavy in the v’s, i ain’t go to sleep in six days (go)
we the ones walkin’ down, makin’ death fatal
we the ones crackin’ n-ggas heads and givin’ facials (givin’ facials)
laid up in the bed wit iv’s, different cables
these little n-ggas babies in this sh-t, they need cradles (they need cradles)
heard she was f-ck with the campers ’cause they treat her bad (treat her bad)
pay her for the drop, it ain’t sh-t to buy a b-tch a bag (this ain’t sh-t)
give her perky d-ck, man, that’s somethin’ that she never had (she never had this)
i don’t even want the b-tch no more, you can have her back (have her back)
certified camper, certified lamper (go)
me and brodie been locked in since pampers (go, go)
dissin’ on lil booka, now his homie on a banner (he on a banner)
run him down, frr, with that switch, he break dancin’ (he tap dancin’)
and i’m like, “bro, f-ck, a go” (f-ck, a go)
we don’t stop at red lights, bro, this sh-t a go (a go)
it’s a campfire once we get that lo’ (get that lo’)
same n-gga posted with that burner on the o (yeah)
one opp, two opp, three opp, four (four)
five opps, six dead n-ggas on the floor (go)
shots from the switchy, now he reachin’ for his throat (go)
a lot of dead bodies, n-gga, murder what she wrote (yeah, yeah)
once we spot our target, bro, we hoppin’ out that jeep (we hoppin’ out that jeep)
we don’t shoot from cars, bro, we hoppin’ out on feet (we hoppin’ out that jeep)
i know he was dead, i seen his head on the seat
bro gon’ stalk a n-gga ’til he get him, he a creep (grrah)
if the law get behind us, it’s a chase (it’s a chase)
the opps they keep dyin’ left and right, can’t get a break (what the f-ck?)
a opp n-gga homie died, that n-gga made a tape (he made a tape)
i be playin’ with this rap sh-t ,this sh-t cake (this sh-t cake)
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on bro, this sh-t cake
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+5 iq
released on
jan. 18, 2022
produced by
beatsbysav
written by
lilbuckss
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