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double on double - gunhead (usa) lyrics

[verse] : you know big 3rd be ballin just like russel , bring up that money i need a double
i ain’t talking once i need a double on double , have fun with that fat n*ggas hoping i fumble
he moving fishy i’mma bust out the shuttle , i be blowing that crowd walk down in the huddle
catch em and stretch em he need paramedics , i hear what they saying tell em boy eat a d*ck
them n*ggas weird they gon watch what i do , i love upping the glock i’m in love with the view
he went for the gate and got hit with a few , now he holding his chest now you do what you do
i’m get rich f*ck the who what you do , buy me a drac and just for vision a scope
we ain’t got no opps chuck love the smoke , lil bro got hit in the face and the throat
they saying i’m up but ain’t doing alot , boi you only drop music what bodies you dropped
you don’t spin you don’t trap what hobbies you got ? , i was gon pull up but he play with cops
[?] alot of you not , it’s a risk i won’t take i can’t be locked
he talking about money pay me on the spot
i be in and out hall ways while playing on the block , i be shooting and sh*t i don’t pass on the rock
everybody the g i need bullets for glock , i’m in a stoly hoping the wheel don’t lock
i been on and off south hope the wheel don’t pop , guns in the v hope 12 don’t hop
we ain’t passing out liquor we giving out shots , russian creme in my pocket waiting for a opp
we gone roll em and smoking as soon as he drop

[verse 2] : he was running from bullets got left in the lot , got popped out his shoes left blood on his socks
we slash sh*t for sum we playing with snot , i grew up with nothing my wrist in the pot
they be d riding like g “you gon pop” , don’t know why you happy you not coming with me
i ain’t handle lil [?] you ain’t come get me , got dressed with the pole had to make sure it fit me
he was bobbing and weaving got hit with a 50 , i told you before i’m the on they envy
yboy the yboy he gon dump till it’s empty , i’m grimey like that as you know i ain’t stingy
he ain’t come with a biscuit we gave him a 10 piece , that n*gga dead he got what he deserved free sto he hop out put sh*t on the crub

- gunhead usa lyrics

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