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wee2hard – say gang كلمات اغاني

[intro: anti da menace]
(patlacedthat)
they say, “huh, huh, huh”

[verse 1: anti da menace]
yeah, they say all a n_gga talk about is bodies
sh_t, let’s talk about these m’s that i got stashed in my deposit
or let’s talk about that time that i jumped out with that rocket
got to poppin’, cut throat n_gga kept on speaking on lil’ bobby
come here, dead man walking, he be poppin’ sh_t on instagram
that’s a dead man talking
mama raised a f_ckin’ beast, sh_t is crazy
pop a perc’ ‘fore i get me somethin’ to eat
n_ggas’ lazy, swear to god, b_tch, i can walk on any beat
move up out the way, i got this draco in my wraith, okay
all them n_ggas playin’, okay
all them n_ggas late, say, “gang”
i’m tired of sparin’ n_ggas
ayy, just stay around, lil’ n_gga
ridin’ with some sh_t i know for sure can k!ll a bear, lil’ n_gga
ayy, come here boy, i been slangin’ blitz
step on sh_t, say with the pastor, troy
now a n_gga rich as f_ck, i might go 911 porsche
you can either hate me or you love me
i done ran up too much paper
dirty b_tch can’t do nothin’ for me
[verse 2: wee2hard]
yeah, reaper talking to me in my sleep, i don’t think these n_ggas ready
say, lil’ gang pay me my gen 5, i’m tryna face a n_gga
blood everywhere like icu, can’t run, boy, i see you
blood gushin’ out his top, we left his family terrified
every time the opps flew through here, we left ’em dead flies
it’s a murder scene when we pop out, i bring them steppers out
since you say you k!ll, let’s get on murder time
drill a n_gga, speak on nothing that i seen or saw
we all murder n_ggas
yeah, ten shots out the glock right to his dead, we left him dead
i’ll burn the whole city down and go to war with the feds
n_ggas know i’m on that murder sh_t, for real, i don’t be playin’
we been lurkin’ on that wide body, gon’ rob him for them bands
we been lurkin’ on that track hawk, might rob him for them bricks
i’m the type to k!ll your main mans and spark the beef up
why you dissin’ on the ‘net?
dawg, you know that sh_t ain’t street
why you spinnin’ rats on thots, dawg?
you know that sh_t ain’t p

[verse 3: anti da menace]
n_gga, you know that sh_t ain’t right
n_gga, you know i keep that four net, b_tch, i’m strapped up like a dike
rich as f_ck, playin’ games, i’m out here gambling with my life
know i can get hit in my head, but b_tch, i’m still gon’ roll the dice
7_eleven, send me a n_gga right to heaven, i’m never stressing
on the electric, make the baddest b_tch go, “pow”
in the club equipped, we ain’t go no blitz, that boy gon’ knock somethin’ out
got a big house waiting on me, on god, i ain’t even change the locks
filled with dust, i gotta mop
i ain’t gon’ cap, she did me wrong, i’m built for this, lil’ b_tch, i’m strong
couple words that i don’t like, then i won’t even call your phone
couple n_ggas i wanna pop, but i don’t see ’em face to face
a couple n_ggas had got shot, them folks could never find no trace
let me in, on god, i gotta bring my gen, on god
promoter trippin’, get his ass slapped out for all that b_tchin’, boy
i don’t see nothin’, i don’t know nothin’
all murder sh_t, for real, lil’ boy
i keep thinking ’bout that body we left shot up in that rental car
grrah, one drac’, two drac’, stir him up, soufflé
this bl!ck like a pep rally, make this b_tch go, “horray”
i’m with neek and we with nee
if you play, you d.i.e
told my wrong manager the other day i signed a f_ckin’ d
[verse 4: wee2hard]
blow my gun, i’m never runnin’, b_tch, i got a hundred sticks
how the f_ck you wanna go to war? you ain’t got no money, b_tch
on my life, i worked that fire, you play with me, yo’ ass gon’ die
slow down the box and hit the lights, i see a opp’, i take his life
he think he step, his ass a free body, i get sh_t taught, for real
king of opp’, for real
we spin blocks, for real, hop out, for real
grew up on the west, this sh_t get wicked on my dead brother
every n_gga that went against this sh_t got hit up with that cutter
shoot his head and spill his brains, stop his heart beat, eddie caine
make ’em free, we all done the clippin’, execute that boy
i can rap about this spinnin’ sh_t ’cause i get busy, b_tch
zip a n_gga like a bape hoodie, where his brains at?

- wee2hard

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