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intro (punch in) - li rye lyrics

[intro]
(ayo, cut off)
(shawty flame make that sh*t hard)

[chorus]
you gon’ die if i hear that my name in your mentions
he get took for his sh*t, he wasn’t payin’ attention
he gon’ step every day, so i pay him commission
gotta hold it steady, we ain’t doin’ no flinchin’
then go take a pic like i just went in on a blitz
boom, baow, he hit, b*tch, i don’t miss, i ride with thirty*six sticks
[verse 1]
you gettin’ took if we found out you ain’t gon’ go with your move
my pockets used to be on e, i fill my sh*t up with blue
gloves tight, mask on, we ain’t leavin’ no clue
why you front me a whole kilo, bro? you must be a fool
thought he was gon’ get paid, all these hoes gettin’ slayed
i ain’t been sleep in some days, i’m outside tryna get paid
still in them trenches with k’s, this cutter give ’em a fade
we walkin’ sh*t down, ain’t no need for discussion
brand new foreign ak and that b*tch shoot a russian
ain’t gotta ask when you see me, you know that i’m clutchin’
finger f*ckin’ the trigger, won’t never stop bustin’
f*ck that ho off a perc’ and i’m leavin’ her gushin’
how she eat on that d*ck, throw it back, sh*t disgustin’
pretty lil’ nasty b*tch, soon as i’m done, i’ma pass the b*tch, yeah
i be on actavis, most of these n*ggas be scared than a b*tch, yeah

[chorus]
you gon’ die if i hear that my name in your mentions
he get took for his sh*t, he wasn’t payin’ attention
he gon’ step every day, so i pay him commission
gotta hold it steady, we ain’t doin’ no flinchin’
bust a n*gga in his sh*t
then go take a pic like i just went in on a blitz
boom, baow, he hit, b*tch, i don’t miss, i ride with thirty*six sticks
[verse 2]
i ain’t f*ckin’ with n*ggas
at thirteen, i knew i was a k!ller
when i slang, keep my hand on the trigger
keep my distance from n*ggas, ain’t feelin’ them
me and henry the same, that’s my synonym
n*gga talkin’ that sh*t, watch me finish him
7.62s gon’ put him to rest
spin with a drac’, left holes in his chest
you ain’t no plug, never sold compressed
rollin’ up opps ’cause they smokin’ the best
hit him all in the face ’cause he had on a vest
said he needed a wake*up, i gave him a test

- li rye lyrics

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