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tero (chicago) - no diss كلمات أغنية

[intro]
ah ah, yeah, ahh
what you saying, bronem? ahh, yeah, ahh

[verse 1]
i ain’t know i was doing wrong ’til stop being right
if they put the bag on him, we get ’em then get a flight
coulda sworn a n_gga had my back until i seen a knife
hit that meta, but if you don’t hit that top
shoot him twenty times, stood on business for my lil brother
but i stoppin’ til they dead, on the jail call
gotta talk in code, n_ggas definitely going fed
i ain’t dissing n_ggas but if i diss, it’s towards lil jeffery
man, take the q50 out the infinity
his ass can’t even spin

[chorus]
z money was the first, but like the curse
i’m tired of xans, they did him bogus
i ain’t even tell his mama, they pushеd him out the van
it be cool ’til you get caught and you don’t gеt no chance
he got lost inside the water, he couldn’t swim in the deep end
he think he sl!ck, he really scared of us
did a rack on the weekend
thought it was over, seen him get closer, got caught up in the jam
[verse 2]
hot car, shoot him like my real car, then change the van
in the trenches, n_ggas backdooring, don’t care if it’s a kid
i lost my glock, was walking around wit a chop inside my pants
i put my ear to the streets, i heard they want some n_ggas dead
tell that n_gga if he ain’t get out the streets, my dawg gon’ get up with him

[bridge]
i had love for vert, but vert get it the worst
he steady bringing issues, these n_ggas steady playing wit us
like we ain’t show you n_ggas q50
wanna keep running his mouth like man folks ain’t get up wit him
he got hit up 10 plus times and made it out the spital

[chorus]
jumped out the porch at nineteen, these n_ggas ain’t official
he carry his glock up in his bookbag, his is not a shooter
i’m really outside in the raq, you inside on computers
b_tch, i’m thuggin’, can’t get done like z
he got left at the cleaners, i love my life so i keep my glock on me
it’s better have it than leave it

[outro]
these n_ggas wanna act like they tough
i really pull up on a n_gga, bounce out and blow at a n_gga
he a b_tch, i prolly just go on that n_gga
too many opps, i don’t know where i’m going in the hot
me and cap might spin through yo hood
if our b_tch get money, that’s sh_t understood
he merched in yo home, he ain’t from the hood
no mask, f_ck it, put on the hood
walk down, shoot it for good
throwing up b’s for buck, n_gga, f_ck yo hood
i never gon’ say sh_t, i never done
growing up in the trench, one of one
he was dead broke, still was just f_cking him up
[final refrain]
get back, ain’t nun to us
get back, ain’t nun to us

- tero chicago

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