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m row & rell vert - 2-3 zone lyrics

[intro]
(d_mn draco, you made this?)
i’m in the booth and i’m a geeked
like, flockin’ the sound of the streets
m row

[verse 1: m row]
like, if i’m in the street, let it go with my gun, just duck on the side and get hit in the noggin
we done punched on bloggers, takin’ they phones, just so they never could log in
b_tch, the same fit he wearin’ right there on his page, the same outfit he got shot in
we had the lo’ on this n_gga, we rushed to the addy, like we runnin’ late tryna clock in
foreign lil’ b_tch eat, eat, like, she’s saying that she eat the [?]
bullets louder than diamonds, shot make you die tonight, making a movie not talking napoleon
i got tools, sticks, ladders, and brooms, b_tch label me the custodian
if i don’t f_ck with you, just know that it’s up with you, you’ll get slimed out no nickelodeon
like psa to all y’all n_ggas that want to be near me just know i’m a target
not a regular artist
if you spin in the car two times, guaranteed we gon’ parallel park it
like, whenever i cruise my v, b_tch in the passenger, gun on the arm rest
blow out the car, boom, neighbors gon’ call the police, tryna say it’s a bomb threat
like, b_tch, tried to ask me to pay, for what? i be f_ckin’ the cat up for free, b_tch
i_i_i am a p_i_m_p, i don’t know what the f_ck did you hear about me
n_gga, i’m tryna catch me a b, o_o_o_d while i leave your face on the tee
like, free bro, always throw up the c
rip to the opp that he put underneath
[verse 2: rell vert]
you my son, lil’ boy, i’m your father
in the game we ball coach carter
i came for nothing, but i’m a lil’ farther
you on the bench and i am a starter
we k!ll sh_t so boy don’t start nothing
big ass drac’ you lack, we spark something
two turnt, she like how i come
always shootin’, i ain’t never run
that n_gga died and he had a gun
the opps so tired, all they do is run
the opps so broke, all them n_ggas bums
copy what i do, n_ggas they my son
dog sh_t comin’ and it come in tons
think we gon’ fight, ain’t no one on one
you can throw a fist, i’m a up a gun
79 baby, i ain’t goin’ for none
rap sh_t crazy, b_tch, i’m goin’ up
n_ggas don’t smoke, who want war with us?
call up fo’nem, they let pistols bust
coolin’ with jumanji, cause he been with us
n_ggas can’t hang, they ain’t been with us
take a n_gga chain, make him give it up
shootin’ out a car, that sh_t rookie stuff
lost my bro, that sh_t shook me, bruh
got hit with drac’, he ain’t gettin’ up
[outro: rell vert]
he got hit with drac’, that n_gga ain’t gettin’ up
on fo’nem
you know how to f_ck, i’m with my boy, [?] gang sh_t
n_ggas they lame sh_t, b_tch

- m row rell vert

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