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official - bobby tootact lyrics

grah
let me rock out real quick
(prada did it)
yo, you still recording right?

[chorus]
mr. dump for the 6, they like “he back again”
these n*ggas can’t f*ck with the africans
if he see the sh* i bet he won’t laugh again
i start to laugh i see everyone scattering
when bro died i ain’t pick up no tissue
the bro’s got caught on the scene, they was traveling
hopped in that ride, i put that on my pistol
no they can’t play with my rank, i’m official

[post*chorus]
if we catch that kid then its early dismissal
i put on for my team
i’m like “why would they trade me?”
the 40 be glitchin’, no i ain’t have smith n’
the g2 the jam, but i still got wavey
tripped through the x
don’t get burnt by the tracey
he threw up the shiest
now he yelling out “save me”
left three in my clip, i feel like ad
and i don’t fear a soul, i’m a 16th baby
[verse 1]
she let it clap but she not from haiti
it hurt my chest ? brothers to wars
know i picked up, i ain’t missing no calls
got bro living crazy, know i get the ball
free buu, that’s mr. skate on the law
if he throw up an 8 then we breaking his jaw
back on my troop got no time for a brawl
if it’s you and me who the f*ck you gon’ call?

[verse 2]
he heard the shot and then duck by the scaffold
brodie ain’t think it was us, he was baffled
free ski, i’m tryna take off them shackles
on the phone with a lawyer that don’t wanna battle
and we still taking trips, can’t think about bail
still no one to call if the mission is failed
how the f*ck you gon’ leave em’ in jail?
he put on for my block so i’m sending in mail

[verse 3]
for a viral moment these n*ggas’ would crash
where they get they batteries? sometimes i wonder
if we catch lil rilla we putting him under
money and murder, i care about numbers
bro in the back wit’ a stick like a drummer
if he thinking sh*t sweet he won’t make it to summer
creep through the one way all of them runners
if he in the v, then we get on his bumper
[verse 4]
n*n*ggas laughing like this sh*t a game
i bet he won’t laugh if i actually came
blazing on court i’m like why would i change?
n*ggas dancing around like they ain’t get flamed
nonchalant loser that turned to an ooter
if he in the uber, the back seat i’m spraying
n*ggas ain’t be in they g’, they be playing
like they gotta hear everything that i’m saying

[post*chorus]
it hurt my chest ? brothers to wars
know i picked up, i ain’t missing no calls
got bro living crazy, know i get the ball
free buu, that’s mr. skate on the law
if he throw up an 8 then we breaking his jaw
back on my ? got no time for a brawl
if it’s you and me who the f*ck you gon’ call?

- bobby tootact lyrics

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