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[intro]
go! go! goooo! goooooooo! rrollinnn!!!!

[hook]
n_gga i done seen a lot of sh_t that n_ggas with no father sh_t it always end with a headstone
we ain’t give no f_ck about a lot of sh_t we did it and it’s obvious that’s why them n_ggas want my head gone
on jaywave we’ll hit your block start walking sh_t lil p_ssy boy keep talking sh_t, and then them people say we dead wrong
you can ask my homie i be darting sh_t that on point with the target sh_t don’t come up in this f_cking dead zone

[verse]
b_tch i be in my hood wouldn’t catch me if you could
i get out my body fast as h_ll don’t wonder if i should
you will never ever f_ck on her keep wondering if she good
he ain’t seen no fear like this in years hе wondering if i’m suge
and i draw down with magazines, driving fast keep spilling lеan
thought i seen some devil h_rns, had to check if my mirror clean
then i seen my dawg with a halo he tryna calm me down
he said ”if you gone walk em down just make sure they don’t cross ya out”
you think you on street sh_t come get ya head blown you lil p_ssy n_ggas always tryna make me lose my mind
i be smoking loud sh_t don’t need no headphones you lil p_ssy n_ggas think that i won’t buss ya and that’s fine
who gone get the k!ll first, who gone lose the wheel first?
i’m head over heels for a k!ll my bro still worse
this might be my last day, gotta eat my meal first
(man you still f_cked up bout wave?) n_gga f_ck you mean that sh_t still hurt
and i’m still laid down with this pretty girl that i found
n_gga don’t get laid down in a gun fight cuz i’m down
i’m wilding she wilding she childish
her sh_t ain’t got no mileage
glock loaded club crowded
glock loaded club crowded
room smoking it’s clouded
n_ggas keep tryna shake up they ain’t gang gang can’t allow it
i said i must go i look back she start pouting
she just want get her sh_t knocked up like ronda rousey
if we cross paths don’t you think twice better finish me
p_ssy boy wanna hit at me, and the law still tryna sentence me
anybody can get at me got a 100 shots you gone feel that beat
got 100 opps who gone feel that heat, all they ass tried to bl!ck at me
murder games
catch your ass in traffic you in that murder lane
buss head buss brains i don’t give a f_ck mane
let me tell them one thing i’m dying shooting on gang
stupid b_tch you got that luck aim, with me ain’t no such thing
[hook]
n_gga i done seen a lot of sh_t that n_ggas with no father sh_t it always end with a headstone
we ain’t give no f_ck about a lot of sh_t we did it and it’s obvious that’s why them n_ggas want my head gone
on jaywave we’ll hit your block start walking sh_t lil p_ssy boy keep talking sh_t, and then them people say we dead wrong
you can ask my homie i be darting sh_t that on point with the target sh_t don’t come up in this f_cking dead zone

- lp rambo

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