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fwc big key - tired of mas lyrics
[intro]
cash gang key (sj, this hard)
boy
[chorus]
i’m tired of mas, you gon’ make a n_gga hit your head
he traumatized, i’m ridin’ ’round with n_ggas that k!lled your mans
if the beef wasn’t real, i’d beat your ass
we got a striker on the floor, i told lik go half
bro, you know that she gon’ f_ck me if i show that b_tch a dub
heard my opps up at truth, i’m finna go shoot up the club
i get sentenced in a minute, finna go have me some fun
they can give me ten years, i’m still gon’ have me a run
[verse]
r.i.p. my pops, first n_gga handed me a brick
we hit heads, don’t come outside if it ain’t helmets in the whip
just got a drop, was on my way to get somе ass, but i spinned
he got popped, that was finna bе his ass, but i missed
don’t wanna speak about the beef or nothin’
f_ck a gun, mike brown died with his heater on him
same sh_t every time, they don’t see us comin’
i can make you thirty racks, you just need a puncher
n0body been outside, cash gang got n_ggas put up
whoever think we hidin’, send the lo’ and we gon’ push up
really be outside, every n_gga with me took one
when we get a drop, we don’t stop shootin’ ’til the hook come (n_gga)
we got pape’, the whole other side is some bums
we ain’t alike, they be on the other side of the gun
i hate them n_ggas with they cappin’ ass
every time we get a drop, bet we gon’ catch the hat, n_gga
the feds comin’
i’m just hopin’ they don’t do a sweep ’cause i ain’t sayin’ nothin’
b_tch actin’ like she don’t want key, i bet her friend f_ck me
you know the whole gang be switchin’ up
it shoot three at a time, all you gotta do is cl!ck the b_tton
i know a n_gga who only twenty_one, but he got eight bodies
whoever bandgang beefin’ with, they need to say sorry
we rob sh_t, during the pandemic, we took eight cartis
last n_gga played either dead or he ain’t walkin’
[chorus]
i’m tired of mas, you gon’ make a n_gga hit your head
he traumatized, i’m ridin’ ’round with n_ggas that k!lled your mans
if the beef wasn’t real, i’d beat your ass
we got a striker on the floor, i told lik go half
bro, you know that she gon’ f_ck me if i show that b_tch a dub
heard my opps up at truth, i’m finna go shoot up the club
i get sentenced in a minute, finna go have me some fun
they can give me ten years, i’m still gon’ have me a run (boy)
[outro]
n_gga (no cap)
cash gang sh_t
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