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dead gang - 27reeves lyrics

[intro: 27reeves]
(distorted nature)
what, what, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
ayy, what, what, what, what
(reeves, what the f*ck?)

[chorus: 27reeves]
west side 36420, yeah
everybody countin’ money but you nun’, bruh
smoke a whole d*mn tree, it feel like nun’, yeah
goin’ to the t in a week, say what’s up, yeah
if you try to f*ckin’ run it, you just gotta let me know
in the back, smokin’ gas, i’ma light it till i’m gone
i don’t really give a f*ck ’cause i’m just countin’ all this dough
b*tch, i’m reeves, b*tch, i’m up, and you gotta let it go, yeah

[verse 1: 27reeves]
rollin’ up them blunts, but i could never find a lighter
smokin’ on og, but that sh*t never got me higher
b*tch, i’m in the cut, the plug just served me richard pryor
like, shoutout downa mane, you know he got that emerald fire
no one in the area can touch me in any way
sellin’ out shows, but we was not gettin’ any pay
i remember the days when all my bruddas went super cray
but sh*t don’t feel the same no more, i moved out that f*ckin’ state
that’s real
[chorus: 27reeves]
west side 36420, yeah
everybody countin’ money but you nun’, bruh
smoke a whole d*mn tree, it feel like nun’, yeah
goin’ to the t in a week, say what’s up, yeah
if you try to f*ckin’ run it, you just gotta let me know
in the back, smokin’ gas, i’ma light it till i’m gone
i don’t really give a f*ck ’cause i’m just countin’ all this dough
b*tch, i’m reeves, b*tch, i’m up, and you gotta let it go, yeah

[verse 2: downer850]
hop in the whip, time to slide, b*tch
shawty be likin’ my vibe, b*tch
smoked me a j, now i’m high as sh*t
can’t n0body touch my grind, trick
stack up my paper like i was a teacher
you talk all that sh*t but you sit in the bleachers
dead gang, pourin’ wock with the reaper
everything that i’m droppin’ a heater
hit me up, mane, i’ll serve you a peck
want a half bow, that’s no less than a rack
yakistan sh*t, i ain’t from chiraq
spend me some money, then make it right back
you is a fake, you is so wack
i’m next up, you know that is a fact
finna hop off of this verse, that’s a wrap
stacking these plays, ’bout to go hit the trap
[chorus: 27reeves]
west side 36420, yeah
everybody countin’ money but you nun’, bruh
smoke a whole d*mn tree, it feel like nun’, yeah
goin’ to the t in a week, say what’s up, yeah
if you try to f*ckin’ run it, you just gotta let me know
in the back, smokin’ gas, i’ma light it till i’m gone
i don’t really give a f*ck ’cause i’m just countin’ all this dough
b*tch, i’m reeves, b*tch, i’m up, and you gotta let it go, yeah

- 27reeves lyrics

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