think he slime - pradabagshawty lyrics
(hey, hey)
(brrt)
(brrt, brrt, brrt)
(yaya, yaya, yah, yah)
(yah, yah)
(yo, yo, yo, yaya, yaya)
[chorus]
(huh) ain’t no coppin’ aht in these streets, you can’t be scared of no opp
392 gone dog up the street, n*gga ain’t stunin’ no cop
300 blackout bombin’ sh*t up, hang out the back of the car
n*gga ass washed up, ain’t talm ’bout nun, can’t even beef wit da boy
glock got a bump start, i tap that b*tton, n*gga ain’t ready to stop
n*gga had dissed my brother, ain’t spinned on nan, n*gga ass wanna be opp (opp)
’bout my gang i load up every time, lego piece on every glock (glock)
triple cross backdoor, n*gga think he slidin’, take dat boy down for a lot
[verse]
asking ’bout the ho’ but she ain’t mine (yuhh)
outside out with the members, we slidin’ yah, blow a n*gga mind yah (tenya)
fully drac’ hit at a n*gga he fell yah, get off everytime, i’m telnya (ong)
n*gga ass better go get some more guns, took dat boy down for his fye (stick)
designer my body, young n*gga gon dump, i stay wit my hot know i’m hot (i’m tenya)
scram ahh ho, why you think you the one? know plenty of these b*tches be fine (uhuh)
38 special gone leave dat boy stunned, dat f*ck n*gga ran from them shots (oyah)
designer my shooter, young n*gga gon’ crash, young n*gga gon’ crash for dat yaad
i smacked her i hit dat lil ho’ wit dat fllatt, i smacked her she dig what i’m sayin’
[?] coupe, ridin’ round wit nun but dem xans, we wet that sh*t up, we ain’t playin (ween playin’)
double down, hop out, pull on they block we gon’ spaz, you know i’m ridin’ wit babyspazz (im tenya)
i f*ck dat ho’ yah, n*gga ass f*cked onnat ho’ yah, why dat boy think that i’m mad? (unt unt)
we rollin’ dope up, n*gga can’t smoke on no dope yah, money gang buy the whole stash (yuhh, ya)
i got a [?], young n*gga crank dat sh*t up now, look at my digital dash
i f*cked a ho’ yah, sun up and did ’till the sun down, know prada5 finna smash
i’m finna bite down, young prada5 finna bite down, i hit dat ho’ wit dat yad (yad, yaad)
[chorus]
(huh) ain’t no coppin’ aht in these streets, you can’t be scared of no opp
392 gone dog up the street, n*gga ain’t stunin’ no cop
300 blackout bombin’ sh*t up, hang out the back of the car
n*gga ass washed up, ain’t talm ’bout nun, can’t even beef wit da boy
glock got a bump start, i tap that b*tton, n*gga ain’t ready to stop
n*gga had dissed my brother, ain’t spinned on nan, n*gga ass wanna be opp
’bout my gang i load up every time, lego piece on every glock (whet)
triple cross backdoor, n*gga think he slidin’, take dat boy down for a lot (huh)
(alot, alot)
(take dat boy down for a lot)
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