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scarry oppin - bandgang biggs lyrics

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[intro]
come on now
(fuego)
big money bandgang
(d*mn, flaw, this what i’ve been prayin’ for)

[verse]
chopper knock off half a n*gga face and f*ck his image up (yeah)
i’ve been, we just pop up every play like it’s a blitz or somethin’
(yeah)
sittin’ on ’em, make them boys dizzy the way we spinnin’ on ’em
spinnin’ on ’em, chunky, they timid, we puttin’ tension on ’em
scary oppin’ ain’t gon’ get you touched, you took the weirdest step
shootin’ in the air gon’ get you bust, you movin’ weird as ****
i hear them cap, them n*ggas said it’s up there, i’m like, “where it’s at?”
come through with that smoke like it’s a function, yeah, i dare ’em lack
we be on him slidin’, we go get it, i be plottin’ hits
dangerous with that jumbo, feel like jego when i got the switch
gang know, i revived the trenches, yeah, i pull off inside the block
sn*tch a n*gga soul, we playin’ with poles, not no scary opp
sn*tch a n*gga ho, she playin’ roles, i know every time
crack her then i spin off like d rose, i hit her every time
you know i’m in every town f*ckin’ with the shooters
make a movie on your block and smoke that sh*t out like we nuked it
they ain’t stupid, yeah, they oppin’, bro, but they know they be losin’
n*ggas goofy, how you not gon’ go but you say you the shooter?
heard he froze up, scary*ass heard them shots is soldier (what?)
i be slowed up, his lights flash before me, probably fold on them (lame)
i can’t f*ck with n*ggas that think it’s okay that they n*ggas told
i ain’t even f*ckin’ with my n*ggas if them n*ggas hoes
wouldn’t have show then i’ma get from ’round ’em, i can’t speak in codes
and if you show me signs that i ain’t likin’, then i’m sendin’ bro
[?] gon’ get you gone, i bet he send you home if i tell him
bro be spinnin’ for me, bro gon’ get you gone if i tell him go
scary opps think they slidin’, shootin’ from a corner, nah
when we wet a n*gga block, we bring them coroners out
peep the normal route, walk down on him, shot a hundred times
knocked his organs out
if you be lackin’, you are not divised
how he livin’, watch his mans got popped, but he ain’t slid yet
we’ve been waitin’ on this sh*t to go but they ain’t slid back
twin straps, can’t move without them glocks, you know the vibes, n*gga
act like you want smoke, but no you don’t, you gon’ let pride k!ll you
slide different, we throw pop*up parties, just surprise, n*gga
come through your backdoor with them extensions and catch y’all flippin’
[outro]
gang sh*t

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