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screwly g - fein for murder lyrics
[intro]
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[verse]
f_ck n_gga fall, he f_cked
lil’ bro blew that, “phew”, hop out blitz, the n_gga ain’t get back up
n_ggas be talkin’ ’bout slidin’, but n_ggas ain’t dyin’, so ‘some ain’t addin’ up
spin out the srt, tryna make ‘some bleed, police ain’t catchin’ us
i knew the n_gga was dead before they did, i was there when they clapped him up
n_ggas be sayin’ it’s smoke, then when they see me, be tryna dap me up
f_ck n_gga make me mad, we get on his ass, they know we ‘fye sh_t up
i know a n_gga that’ll still be alive, if his b_tch ass homies ain’t gas him up
n_ggas be yеllin’ out gang, but really ain’t gang, these n_ggas ain’t did еnough
soon as we get that drop, i throw my ‘chop, you know we pullin’ up
n_ggas be talkin’ ’bout hats, ain’t got no hats, these n_ggas ain’t k!lled enough
n_ggas be dissin’ in songs, i’m blowin’ zone, they ain’t did more drills then us
can’t go out like ‘pac, i’ma blow my glock, n_ggas bet not pull on the side of this car
hit a n_gga right in his top, now his ass on fots, roll his right in a grabba
i put a switch on the back of my glock, and a piece of my chop, this a fully_ar
you know we keep spinnin’ and spinnin’, this sh_t don’t stop, get caught, then we lettin’ off shots
opps ain’t on they block out west, so f_ck this sh_t, we gon’ spin out east
n_ggas keep talkin’ ’bout murderin’ me, tell ’em, “cross them tracks, i’ma knock down three”
bangin’ them b’s, for book disrespectin’ the opps in my picks, i’m throwin’ down b’s
bangin’ them t’s, for tattin’, we callin’ that ‘fye, you know that we murder for team
n_gga, b_tch, we ebk!
bail out, drench you, blowin’ the ‘drac, hittin’ they block, we ain’t throwin’ no shade
shai hit his homie, he moved out the way
first time on a drill, probably shot like eight
then i took off runnin’, i was tryna get away
this a car that we use before we bend metal plates
if i ain’t in the car with ‘lil ye, tryna catch me a face, then i’m probably spinnin’ wit’ tae
he left his gun in the house, got caught, blow him down, i bet you we totin’ today
i know a n_gga who started a war, but don’t want no parts, he playin’ it safe
i don’t get tired of patchin’ my opps, and spinnin’ they block, i’m feelin’ like gates
pull up on c, tell him, “throw me the keys”, swap out for the strike, then we spin out the straight
i’ma tryna k!ll, lil bro got the wheel, see a opp while we ridin’, then we stomp on the brakes
these n_ggas know that it’s me, who doin’ the drills, but still got a mask on my face
same n_ggas we tryna k!ll, probably’ll squeal, if we ever go down for a case
n_gga know we fein for murder, uppin’ the score, then we uppin’ the rake
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