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death wish - lil' velo lyrics

[intro]
(dj trebble, turn me up in this b*tch!)

[chorus]
jump out with them k!llers, b*tch, we got all type of glocks (all type of glocks)
posted up right on yo’ block, servin’ all type of rocks (all type of rocks)
f*ck that talkin’, spin again, we sendin’ all type of shots (all type of shots)
caught him lackin’ out in traffic, made his whip stop on the dot (skrrt, f*ck it)
switchy hit his spine up, now he leakin’ out his top (grrah, grrah)
i don’t do no drive*bys, walk him down and watch him drop (watch him drop)
he keep woofin’ on the net, like i won’t get his ass popped (get him popped)
b*tch keep starin’ at my chain, say my diamonds look like rocks (bling, bling)

[verse]
boy, you cappin’ in them raps, you ain’t never did no drill (b*tch, you lyin’)
we caught yo’ brother outta bounds, sent his goofy ass to h*ll (he fried up)
they keep talkin’ ‘bout they slid, man, thеse opps ain’t never k!llеd (ain’t did sh*t)
you ain’t hopped out with no mask, you ain’t pressed sh*t in the field (p*ssy)
heard the feds be tappin’ phones, gotta watch the way i move (i’m too smooth)
catch that goofy at the mall, make him dance just like he cool (like he pop)
b*tch, we posted in the trenches, ridin’ dirty with that tool (with that tool)
b*tch, i’m out here takin’ risks, i got nothin’ else to lose (nothin’ else)
n*gga talkin’ all that gangsta sh*t, but he ain’t even strapped (where yo’ pole?)
we just caught him at the red light, turned his brain into a lap (grrah, boom)
f*cked his bm, kicked her out, told that b*tch she gettin’ clapped (she a thot)
i been smokin’ on yo’ homie, got his ashes in my pack (n*gga, facts)
[chorus]
jump out with them k!llers, b*tch, we got all type of glocks (all type of glocks)
posted up right on yo’ block, servin’ all type of rocks (all type of rocks)
f*ck that talkin’, spin again, we sendin’ all type of shots (all type of shots)
caught him lackin’ out in traffic, made his whip stop on the dot (skrrt, f*ck it)
switchy hit his spine up, now he leakin’ out his top (grrah, grrah)
i don’t do no drive*bys, walk him down and watch him drop (watch him drop)
he keep woofin’ on the net, like i won’t get his ass popped (get him popped)
b*tch keep starin’ at my chain, say my diamonds look like rocks (bling, bling)

[outro]
b*tch*ass n*ggas know how we comin’
f*ck all them dead opps, spin again, make it double
hahaha, b*tch!

- lil velo lyrics

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