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vonoff1700 - u know dat (bounce out edition) lyrics

[intro: g herbo & vonoff1700]
(gang sh_t, n_gga, you know that)
(ayy, lil’ bro, f_ck these n_ggas, man, gang, gang) alright
(you know n_ggas gon’ d_ck ride, they still d_ck ridin’, been d_ck ridin’)
(we got the opps d_ck ridin’, but we ain’t even trippin’, we still on bullsh_t)
free my hood, n_gga, f_ck your hood, n_gga (f_ck the opps)
i’m still on the ave where it’s all good, n_gga (f_ck the opps and they hoods)
okay, come on

[verse 1: vonoff1700]
one of the opps just died (his dumb ass), we finna dig his ass up and k!ll him again (sh_t, you know that)
that n_gga survivin’ nines, i bet he gon’ die, he get hit with this big_ass ten (you know that)
to all the opps, i hope y’all enjoyin’ life ’cause most of y’all sh_t finna end (y’all finna die)
try to go hang with the opps, your ass gon’ die, that’s somethin’ i don’t recommend (dumbass, dumbass)
the opps so goofy, thеy dumb ass came through spinnin’ and k!lled an old_ass man (they slow ass)
it’s finna gеt hot outside, can y’all pretty please post so we can come through with the fans?
shootin’ the micro drac’ without no gloves and that b_tch burned my hand (ah, sh_t)
one of the opps ot, he finna come back, we k!llin’ him soon as he land (his dumb ass)
hit his ass all in his back, the b_tch ain’t die, but we changed the way he stand (we f_cked him up)
i’m young and turnt, that b_tch gon’ suck my d_ck as soon as she see my pants (for real, f_ck)
that n_gga wasn’t usin’ his head, so i shot him in it, now i bet he understand (his dumb ass)
famous just beat that body, now who want smoke? we passin’ it out firsthand

[chorus: vonoff1700]
okay, we layin’ the belt on the opps, you know that
12 hit the lights, don’t stop, you know that
i know he don’t got no motion, he broke as f_ck, he keep on postin’ throwbacks (you know that)
we bounced out on him, his ho ass had his gun, but his b_tch ass just ain’t blow back (you know that)
we hit his ass so many times, he was still movin’, so i told lil three to go back (okay, you know that)
[verse 2: vonoff1700]
the opps so g_y, they ain’t never in they hood, they probably somewhere with diddy (they g_y ass)
you n_ggas is not my opps, y’all broke as f_ck, y’all can’t even leave the city (the f_ck?)
lil three told me, “just focus on rap, everybody out west know we get busy” (we wild)
caught him on austin, left his dumb ass in the alley, you would think we was watchin’ disney (his dumb ass)
yeah, i’m ‘posed to be up in the stu’, but i’m up in the hot spinnin’ ’til i get dizzy (i’m spinnin’)
it’s a lot of bunk sh_t in the city, somebody go tell her, i wanna f_ck on sizzy (you know that)
i’m pourin’ up four after four, i don’t really care, it’s basically f_ck my kidneys
when i up this hundred, please do not d_ck ride ’cause you b_tch_ass n_ggas won’t with me

[chorus: vonoff1700 & g herbo]
okay, we layin’ the belt on the opps, you know that
12 hit the lights, don’t stop, you know that
i know he don’t got no motion, he broke as f_ck, he keep on postin’ throwbacks (you know that)
we bounced out on him, his ho ass had his gun, but his b_tch ass just ain’t blow back (you know that)
we hit his ass so many times, he was still movin’, so i told lil three to go back (drench gang, you know that)

[verse 3: g herbo]
big g herbo, call me big g swerve, lil’ n_gga got rich off words
rich off rappin’, way before that, we was blowin’, i used to be bendin’ the curb (skrrt)
keep on scorin’, they keepin’ k!llin’, i’m tourin’, i’m already knowin’ you heard
dissin’ lil’ bro in his raps ’til foenem caught him and he got his dumb ass burnt
i took loss after loss, ain’t hear me complain not once, i’m still out here turnt
don’t give a f_ck is costs, i’m stackin’ up brand new money with money i earned (yeah)
everybody know i’m the boss, might give you the sauce with all this sh_t i’ve been learin’ (all this sh_t i’ve been learin’)
glock 40 right on my hip, b_tch toppin’ me off in the whip, i can’t even turn it
empty everything out the clip, you get put in the dirt for your lip, turn your ass to a turnip (grr)
stretchin’ whoever you with, roll a opp ho right in the river like tina turner
drac’ got a rubber grip, on cap, i’ll heat this b_tch up like a furnace
catch a n_gga playin’ his strip, make his ass a zip, now they sayin’ he ain’t deserve it (f_ck him)
i never cared, ain’t got no feelings, my heart dark, i think it’s permanent
all year long, my youngins drillin’, let’s play ball, we won a tournament
bullets hot, i know the feelin’, that’s why i be always nervous
shootouts on the e_way, watch them mirrors, opps be always mergin’
2012 and ’13, all december, we was out there purgin’
take another hundred to the dealer, switch my whip, it’s urgent
when i flew to l.a. like a clipper, you was still a virgin (lil’ n_gga)
blood all on my hands and i couldn’t wash that sh_t off with detergent
[outro: g herbo & vonoff1700]
g herbo
i be spittin’ facts
said i wasn’t goin’ back, somehow i’m right back in the ‘raq
told him get some money, he just want another hat
i’ll get your block spinned right now for an ounce of crack (lil’ n_gga)
ayy, look, free my hood, n_gga, f_ck your hood, n_gga
we’ll come extort your hood, n_gga (you know that)
this sh_t finna get crazy, man (real crazy)
when i drop, man (get the f_ck out the way)
y’all might as well get the f_ck out my way, man, ’cause this sh_t finna get crazy
you n_ggas don’t even wanna—, man, i don’t know
free my hood, n_gga, f_ck your hood
all the opps finna die, foe

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