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screwly g - still spinnin pt.2 lyrics

[verse]
exotic weed, exotic glocks, n_ggas never sent the shot, them p_ssies never spin my block
hop out the car with a big ass chop, we puttin his b_tch ass right on fox
f_ckin this b_tch from they side of town, i give her d_ck, she send a drop
startin to believe my opps, them n_ggas don’t slide, i think they guns be props
tryna go 9 to 5, them n_ggas gon die, they better not punch the clock
we just bought more straps tryna see who next, don’t get caught on that block
back on that spot and we got him again, change spot, the opps know how we rock
she shakin ass on top of the car, but all that stopped when she heard that fah
opps outside when i spin that benz, finna call up buzz and swap out cars
fell on the ground, i knew he was hit, blue switch, kept shootin, he yellin ahh
ever seen a shooter finna blow, n_gga, i’m a shootin star
rap n_ggas wanna diss, i’m not no rapper, won’t go bar for bar
ra[?] scope the scene, bro parked the car, walk up like grah grah
opp n_ggas ain’t no shooters, just some hoopers, n_ggas act like jock
posting foenem guns, ain’t caught no hat, n_gga, who the f_ck you shot?
opps in jail with bails, gettin beat in cells, they main b_tch givin tw_t
556 and 223s, we tote some sh_t they got on swat
i know a n_gga who died with his gun and i know one went out blowin chop
post too much on the gram, got lil folks slammed and my big cousin locked
opp n_gga made a post, hour later he smoked, i know that got him hot
you can get shot in the face or put in the grave for tryna d_ckride my opps
tryna play hide and seek, get caught, we creep, i don’t care if you ready or not
puttin my pain in songs, gettin opp n_ggas gone, we do that sh_t a lot
ride round town through the opps sh_t like it’s legal in a stolen car
12 tryna get behind, this b_tch high speed, four switches in his car
lil folks dog the straight, can’t throw these bl!cks, cause these some brand new glocks
b_tch ass n_ggas don’t like us for no reason, we up on all the opps
we spank ass for sure, hit more than four, b_tch, we get n_ggas got it
f_ck all my opps, they goin to h_ll when they die, i hope them n_ggas rot
really done went on hits and blew my bl!ck, this sh_t these n_ggas not
turnt the opps to strains and ran up bands, my pockets filled with knots
get in the stu and rap on beats for fun, we got this sh_t on lock
knew i was goin to jail when i was a kid, i was tryna be like my pops
every time i go to sleep, i’m wakin up to some new wannabe ass opps
we ain’t never ducked the wreck, or ducked the smoke, just duck the feds and cops

- screwly g lyrics

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