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lirik lagu first day out freestyle (power) – rundown spaz

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[intro]
long live g
f*ck the peace, n*gga
only the e’s (yeah, yeah)
ayy, we ride when we sleep, for sure
let’s go
ain’t no more, “free spaz,” n*gga (go)
ayy (go), the real spaz, n*gga (go)
long live g, long live g
let’s go (go), let’s go (go)
[verse]
big ass glock and it came with a switch (switch)
n*gga dissin’ on mac get left in a ditch (get left in a ditch)
7.62 that’ll go through the bricks
but, i’m bustin’ the glock when i go on a hit
i’m smokin’ on ace, gettin’ tired of this n*gga
tell his big brother, “come slide for this n*gga”
b*tch, i’m tryna sin, and this sh*t here on christian
you f*ck with the opps, you can die with them n*ggas
send my lil’ ho, get thе drop on them n*ggas
just like a picture, i’m croppin’ a n*gga
i just camе home from a two*year*sentence, i don’t give a f*ck, ain’t no stoppin’ me, n*gga
slide on the north and drop me a n*gga
i’m droppin’ yo’ sister if that lil’ ho with ya
free draco, ’cause when he get out i’ma slide with a fully and drop the lil’ n*gga (brrt*brrt, baow)
smoke d clips, trap, red, try to run off, i’ma cut off his legs
loady g tryin’ to put somethin’ to bed
opp ho tryna f*ck, so i’m thinkin’ ahead
hit her from the back, clutchin’ my led
dissin’ on mac? consider him dead
tryna get some get back for my n*gga fat fred
if i catch tae savage, put the glock in his dreads
smoke fat trey, hold up, wait, do we still got some bullets for his brother tay tay?
smoke 4 one, he smoke great
if he knew how to drive, he’ll be here today
f*ck nino, i’ll go to his grave
take his ass out the ground, shoot the rest of his face (bah, bah)
smoke kt for the rest of the day, this a two*man pack, can’t forget about fre
smokin’ on melvin, jackboy too
who the f*ck did you jack? n*gga, jackboy who?
i’m talkin’ ’bout daylin, ain’t my work, but the p*ssy*ass boy got whacked at school
f*ck lil siah, he a pack too
f*ck hog, that’s a rat*ass crew
cortez, he a b*tch, told ’em, “f*ck lil mark,” to his face, and the p*ssy boy still ain’t shoot (on matt)
where you n*ggas at? what is the move?
smoke dude, and dude, i ain’t got nothin’ to prove
never go snitch, that’s the number one rule
this sh*t run in my veins, i ain’t tryna be cool
he dissin’ lamar, he must be a fool
wet his ass up like he jumped in the pool
tried to run from the glock, there’s a switch on the back of this b*tch
hear the, “brrt,” knock him out of his shoes
we ’bout that action, bta
opp ho try me, and get shot in her face
i was just locked up, i was mia
f*ck that, i was locked up in a whole ‘nother state
but, now i’m back out, i got somethin’ to say
long live christian, and my n*gga bj
i was locked for some time, bro’nem was slidin’
why the opps keep lyin’, they ain’t got no break
i’m chasin’ this bread, i ain’t tryin’ to debate
you dependin’ on faith, i depend on this drac’
all you gotta do is, cl!ck, clack, aim, spray
shoot a n*gga all in his face
headshot for a n*gga that say, “ebk” (ayy)
catch bodies for free, i ain’t gotta get paid
stick a f*ck n*gga up if he think we gon’ trade
lil rodney on go, try to dig up a grave
let’s go (ayy)

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