lirik lagu fein for murder – screwly g
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f*ck n*gga fall, he f*cked
lil’ bro blew that, “phew”, hop out blitz, the n*gga ain’t get back up
n*ggas be talkin’ ’bout slidin’, but n*ggas ain’t dyin’, so ‘some ain’t addin’ up
spin out the srt, tryna make ‘some bleed, police ain’t catchin’ us
i knew the n*gga was dead before they did, i was there when they clapped him up
n*ggas be sayin’ it’s smoke, then when they see me, be tryna dap me up
f*ck n*gga make me mad, we get on his ass, they know we ‘fye sh*t up
i know a n*gga that’ll still be alive, if his b*tch ass homies ain’t gas him up
n*ggas be yеllin’ out gang, but really ain’t gang, these n*ggas ain’t did еnough
soon as we get that drop, i throw my ‘chop, you know we pullin’ up
n*ggas be talkin’ ’bout hats, ain’t got no hats, these n*ggas ain’t k!lled enough
n*ggas be dissin’ in songs, i’m blowin’ zone, they ain’t did more drills then us
can’t go out like ‘pac, i’ma blow my glock, n*ggas bet not pull on the side of this car
hit a n*gga right in his top, now his ass on fots, roll his right in a grabba
i put a switch on the back of my glock, and a piece of my chop, this a fully*ar
you know we keep spinnin’ and spinnin’, this sh*t don’t stop, get caught, then we lettin’ off shots
opps ain’t on they block out west, so f*ck this sh*t, we gon’ spin out east
n*ggas keep talkin’ ’bout murderin’ me, tell ’em, “cross them tracks, i’ma knock down three”
bangin’ them b’s, for book disrespectin’ the opps in my picks, i’m throwin’ down b’s
bangin’ them t’s, for tattin’, we callin’ that ‘fye, you know that we murder for team
n*gga, b*tch, we ebk!
bail out, drench you, blowin’ the ‘drac, hittin’ they block, we ain’t throwin’ no shade
shai hit his homie, he moved out the way
first time on a drill, probably shot like eight
then i took off runnin’, i was tryna get away
this a car that we use before we bend metal plates
if i ain’t in the car with ‘lil ye, tryna catch me a face, then i’m probably spinnin’ wit’ tae
he left his gun in the house, got caught, blow him down, i bet you we totin’ today
i know a n*gga who started a war, but don’t want no parts, he playin’ it safe
i don’t get tired of patchin’ my opps, and spinnin’ they block, i’m feelin’ like gates
pull up on c, tell him, “throw me the keys”, swap out for the strike, then we spin out the straight
i’ma tryna k!ll, lil bro got the wheel, see a opp while we ridin’, then we stomp on the brakes
these n*ggas know that it’s me, who doin’ the drills, but still got a mask on my face
same n*ggas we tryna k!ll, probably’ll squeal, if we ever go down for a case
n*gga know we fein for murder, uppin’ the score, then we uppin’ the rake
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