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wee2hard - trim lyrics
[intro]
genie, you k!lled this
[verse 1]
two thirty clips together, f_ck with tay, he rollin’ sixty
paint the h_llcat red, got mad love for the billings
problem is i’m too real, everybody ain’t me
soon or later i be running this sh_t, i’m ready that
thousand for the head, if it come with the p_ssy, i want ’em both
b_tch, don’t ask my age, just take the cash, i ain’t got time for playin’
what you want, a purse? you acting still, is you gon’ f_ck or not?
ear to eye, i got expensive taste, bae, let me dine in
let me slide in
monеy ain’t a issue, i’m in my bag
put it in their face, show thеm they ain’t the only ones getting paid
throw me in a cage, full of lions, bet, i come out of eight
[chorus]
paranoid ain’t the word, you know that feeling when you see that bird
dyin’ ’bout this sh_t, front line with them sticks, love spinnin’
gang wars never last, gang unit come running fast
12 behind us, bust a left, throw it in track, eat up the streets
.762 in his neck, by my respect, i’m at yo’ neck
i ain’t the type to tweet, drop the addy, f_ck n_gga, we can meet
all these sticks fully, drop a hundred in seconds, blowin’ heat
you ain’t caught a body, you can’t slide, you gon’ freeze on the drill
my gang full of smackers, standing on murder, we love drillin’
heard they looking for him, i’m in the city, youngins come through trillin’
[verse 2]
i can put that sh_t on, money_to_money, know how i’m comin’
she don’t me, yeah, that’s cool in a minute, she gon’ wanna f_ck
lil’ bro eleven, shoot that bih like klay thompson, he havin’ sk!ll
my b_tch think i’m cheating, i ain’t have my phone, b_tch, i was on the drill
first n_gga look familiar, first n_gga getting sh_t
first n_gga reach for a gun, first n_gga gon’ die
slow down, pick the scene, which one these n_ggas opps
jack the window, let off eighty
two hundred shots, i’m fine with three
n_gga think we steppers ’till we meet, i put n_ggas on fox
i’m the reason your lil’ buddy head got spint, we spint, for real
spot a opp, hop out on feet, chase ’em down, this sh_t get real (sh_t get real)
[chorus]
paranoid ain’t the word, you know that feeling when you see that bird
dyin’ ’bout this sh_t, front line with them sticks, love spinnin’
gang wars never last, gang unit come running fast
12 behind us, bust a left, throw it in track, eat up the streets
you ain’t caught a body, you can’t slide, you gon’ freeze on the drill
my gang full of smackers, standing on murder, we love drillin’
heard they looking for him, i’m in the city, youngins come through trillin’
i can put that sh_t on, money_to_money, know how i’m comin’
[verse 3]
slime ’em out, i need it all, we lend the pills, we got it all
march ’em like a pharmacy, cvs ain’t got sh_t on us
phone ringing, who this is, a different reach, mission complete
so many sh_lls in this whip, we left him pale in this whip
i’m out way back to the west, f_ck the ho, she from the east
state to state, we finding hoes, hard to pick from five hoes
since you lying ’bout you steppin’, n_gga, who the f_ck you k!ll?
since you lying ’bout you slidin’, n_gga, what block did you spin?
quarter mill’ in the bank, plus the hundred i got in cash
i’m a real threat and i’m ’bout my check, it’s just respect
if you owe me some’, you better come pay it, ‘fore i send them youngins ’round your way
they get on yo’ ass, blast, blast
gave lil’ bro a door, he can’t wait to catch ’em, do ’em dirty
know it’s all love, he do it for free, i still payed him
get it back in blood, sh_t get shiesty, creep three hundred shots
we can’t text unless you tryna f_ck, i ain’t got time for playin’
[chorus]
paranoid ain’t the word, you know that feeling when you see that bird
dyin’ ’bout this sh_t, front line with them sticks, love spinnin’
gang wars never last, gang unit come running fast
12 behind us, bust a left, throw it in track, eat up the streets
you ain’t caught a body, you can’t slide, you gon’ freeze on the drill
my gang full of smackers, standing on murder, we love drillin’
heard they looking for him, i’m in the city, youngins come through trillin’
i can put that sh_t on, money_to_money, know how i’m comin’
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