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9/11 - 2sdxrt3all lyrics

[intro]
shoutout to that boy ceg, he produced that
2 solid sh*t
livin’ like twin

[chorus, 2sdxrt3all]
bullets comin’ hot and ready, ready to light sh*t on fire
every time i see my opps they know to stop, drop, and roll
in the field, still in the court
tell my bros set up a pick and roll
young n*gga love to shoot that stick
call him trae young, he love to hawk sh*t down
n*gga od green, i took his fye but he still come around
hold on dxrt chill, calm down, you gettin’ outta control
had to switch my b*tch, god d*mn, she can’t play her role

[verse]
i got 30 in my glock, i’m tryna make this b*tch quake
set up all my opps, huh
without a blind date, well sell all the grams, huh
don’t forget the shade, my opps get high and wanna crash out
that sound like 9/11
i got 2 sticks, built like the two twin towers
my b*tch a 10 but bang the 5
i keep glizzy, brrt, bow
don’t be surprised
my glock my baby, why? ‘cuz it’s a gen 5
[chorus]
bullets comin’ hot and ready, ready to light sh*t on fire
every time i see my opps they know to stop, drop, and roll
in the field, still in the court
tell my bros set up a pick and roll
young n*gga love to shoot that stick
call him trae young, he love to hawk sh*t down
n*gga od green, i took his fye but he still come around
hold on dxrt chill, calm down, you gettin’ outta control
had to switch my b*tch, god d*mn, she can’t play her role

[verse, lil birdie]
yeah, huh, yeah, huh
i told dxrt3all pay that stick, fell in love with .556
free lil’ bro [?] walkin’ em down with the switch
[?] lil’ birdie boy don’t play, been steppin’ on sh*t since like ’06
tote that hammer, i shoot sh*t like julius randle with that [?]
go grab that [?] we slide, we know all them oppers dyin’
carti bussin’, watch it shine, p*ssy [?] don’ lost his mind
p*ssy rich, i up the [?] know that glizzy gen 5
makin’ disses but still ain’t spinnin’, that lil’ p*ssy scared to die
rollin’ opps, said rolling loud, we smoke dead opps out the pound
know i tried to stop from spinnin’, but i like how that choppa sound
hear that glizzy, f*ck around caught him slippin’, walk down glock him out
this sh*t get wicked, h*ll nah, sh*t get trilly [?] i knock ’em down
[chorus]
bullets comin’ hot and ready, ready to light sh*t on fire
every time i see my opps they know to stop, drop, and roll
in the field, still in the court
tell my bros set up a pick and roll
young n*gga love to shoot that stick
call him trae young, he love to hawk sh*t down
n*gga od green, i took his fye but he still come around
hold on dxrt chill, calm down, you gettin’ outta control
had to switch my b*tch, god d*mn, she can’t play her role

[outro]
i’m tryna make this b*tch quake
without a blind date, huh
don’t forget the shade
that sound like 9/11

- 2sdxrt3all lyrics

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