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lil nov - first strike كلمات أغنية

[intro: lil nov]
yeah, yeah (grrah)
lil nov in this b_tch (brrt)
tay keith, f_ck these n_ggas up (boom, boom)
wheezy outta here (you know that)
ayy, swerve, let’s go (come on)

[chorus: lil nov]
what ’bout the opps? they a whole bunch of dead n_ggas (grrah, grrah)
hop out the v, i’m aimin’ at every n_gga (boom, boom)
switch on the glock, now his melon got shredded with it (brrt, bah)
see how he flinch? yeah, that p_ssy boy scared with it (scary ass)
f_ck on his b_tch, got my pole in the bed with it (you know that)
you ride with the opps, better pray, better beg with me (better pray, n_gga)
we spin in a pack, backend was right there with me (boom)
caught him in traffic, now he duckin’ a ten milli’ (dumb f_ck)

[verse 1: lil nov]
ayy, run up, mask on, face covered (face covered)
green tips hit his dome, that’s a face buster (brrt)
pull up to his block, we don’t chase suckers (nah)
we erase suckers, then blaze suckers (boom, boom)
i’m with my k!llers, they ready to sin (sin)
hit his ass twice, then we spinnin’ again (grrah)
sippin’ this wock, i’m gone off the blend (drank)
shorty got shot, now he missin’ a limb (haha)
i ain’t no rapper, i’m really on go (go)
ask ’bout the last n_gga, brains on the floor (floor)
we hit the back door, left blood on his coat (coat)
n_gga tried to hide, but the beam on his throat (grrah)
young rich thug in the field like a vet (like a vet)
ice on my neck, that’s a house and a jet (ice)
he talk on the net, we gon’ bounce where he rest (boom)
now his face on a shirt, mom cryin’, she stressed (yeah)
[verse 2: g herbo]
yeah (herb)
you know i ain’t never duck sh_t, n_gga (at all)
uh, ayy
back in the day, i was wild with the semi (grrah)
spin through the opp hood, deep like a hemi (skrrt)
n_ggas be broke and they pockets be empty (broke boy)
we count up fifty, just me and lil’ jimmy (count it)
i done put racks on a n_gga head easy (easy)
k!llers don’t talk, they just slide when you see me (boom)
ain’t no peace talk, i don’t squash no beef, g (nah)
still got the .40 from 2013, b (bah)
i’m in the trenches, still post with the demons (demons)
back_to_back foreigns, my life feel like dreamin’ (dreamin’)
these n_ggas cappin’, they ain’t who they seemin’ (nah)
we really shoot sh_t and clean up the scene then (clean up)
hop out, we spray up the car door (grrah)
hit him so hard, he did flips like parkour (boom)
he got a vest, but it’s not what it’s for (nah)
hollow tips rip through his chest and his jaw more (bah)

[verse 3: fivio foreign]
ayo, grrah, grrah (boom)
fivi (yeah)
big stepper, i’m still in the city (still here)
two twin glocks and both got titties (brrt, boom)
drum hold fifty, that’s more than plenty (grrah)
shoot ‘til it’s empty, now the clip skinny (bah, bah)
they know the drill, we don’t talk on the line (nah)
he tryna run, but the .9 hit his spine (bow)
my opps all p_ssy, they droppin’ them dimes (facts)
catch him in person, he beggin’ for time (nah, f_ck outta here)
grrah, my b_tch hold the pole in her purse (in her purse)
if she see an opp, she gon’ shoot him first (boom)
n_ggas be snitchin’, that sh_t is the worst (rats)
now he in a he_rs_, his mama in church (amen)
fivi don’t play, i’m the king of my block (facts)
hit him with a beam, now he twitch, now he drop (grrah)
aim for his head, but i’m hittin’ the top (bow)
leave the scene clean, now i’m back to the guap (money)
[chorus: lil nov]
what ’bout the opps? they a whole bunch of dead n_ggas (dead n_ggas)
hop out the v, i’m aimin’ at every n_gga (every n_gga)
switch on the glock, now his melon got shredded with it (brrt)
see how he flinch? yeah, that p_ssy boy scared with it (scary ass)
f_ck on his b_tch, got my pole in the bed with it (yeah)
you ride with the opps, better pray, better beg with me (beg, n_gga)
we spin in a pack, backend was right there with me (boom)
caught him in traffic, now he duckin’ a ten milli’ (bah)

- lil nov

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