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kcmoney & pgf glizzymoe - action lyrics
[intro: pgf glizzymoe]
love live doya, man, huh?
you what the f_ck goin’ on (i love you, kay)
huh?
[chorus: pgf glizzymoe, kcmoney]
we ain’t duckin’ action, we outside when it’s crackin’
middle of the street, broad day, get to clappin’
boy, don’t be a face, we chase you down, you know what happen
they know how we get, psycho gang get over active
we stay deep inside the trey, we tryna catch one of they rappers
we ain’t shootin’ out no cars, get up close, we hit his head
overk!ll, we know he dead
masked up, all he see is red
i get paid to do this sh_t
i’ll k!ll you with that bit
[verse 1: pgf glizzymoe]
hit they block two different ways
don’t get caught loafin’ with that drac’
get up on him, tap his face
don’t try to run, boy, it’s too late
srt, three different gens, tryna hit one of they face
if we don’t catch him, spin again ’til we turn him to a day
[verse 2: kcmoney]
we put lil’ buddy ass to rest, he tried to run and he got stretched
we be checkin’ sh_t like chess, mouth closed, these n_ggas rats
and i don’t trust n_ggas, don’t let us get that lo’ ’cause we gon’ k!ll you
we ridin’ fast, look in my rearview, left they ass up in the dust
[verse 3: pgf glizzymoe]
i don’t leave without my strap, spin they block like we do laps
catch a n_gga from that other side, all we do is clap
all that cap up in your rap, hit they block like, “who is that?”
we ride with switches in the scat, don’t get lackin’, you a pack
[verse 4: kcmoney]
that main store where they post, we shot that b_tch up the most
all they homies steady dyin’, they ain’t do sh_t but make a post
exotic man what we smoke, we up three, we do the most
[?] dead, we had a toast, [?] mad, now he a ghost
[chorus: pgf glizzymoe, kcmoney]
we ain’t duckin’ action, we outside when it’s crackin’
middle of the street, broad day, get to clappin’
boy, don’t be a face, we chase you down, you know what happen
they know how we get, psycho gang get over active
we stay deep inside the trey, we tryna catch one of they rappers
we ain’t shootin’ out no cars, get up close, we hit his head
overk!ll, we know he dead
masked up, all he see is red
i get paid to do this sh_t
i’ll k!ll you with that bit
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