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rap like this - screwly g lyrics

[intro]
(aye troy, you know we got us one right?)
uh, uh
alright, uh
come on
alright
come on, alright, come on
(that n*gga dave crazy)

[verse]
i try not to rap like this
i told lil tae chill on dissin’ the dead but why n*ggas cap like this
three n*ggas on that block, they all gettin’ shot, i ain’t even have time to pick
f*ck them n*ggas that’s dead and finna die, they ain’t coming back lil b*tch (dead ass n*ggas)
alright, murda man get n*ggas hit
i put a bag on your head and after you dead shoot up your candlelit (grah)
i ain’t showin’ no remorse to none of them n*ggas, they shouldn’t have been talkin’ sh*t (you know that)
n*ggas ain’t spend my block or send no shot, i dare a n*gga try that sh*t (cmon)
catch a n*gga on the e*way, shoot up his whip and make him crash that b*tch
must ain’t seen it coming, left his head like a pumpkin yeah that’s my kind of hit
so many holes in the car, heard him yellin’ out “ahh”, went out like fat boy did
n*gga sniffed a line of coke, strung out on dope, n*ggas on that yella sh*t (alright)
uh, ebk we ain’t got no picks
n*ggas get locked and tell for italian beef and pepsi that’s budda sh*t (snitch ass)
n*ggas sendin’ threats on the gram ‘til i pop out blam send his ass where they brothers went
so many demons wit me, no angels around n*gga we weren’t heaven sent
i love sippin codeine, fell in love wit lean, mixing sprite wit medicine
i love going on drills, trying catch more k!lls, want hats like veterans
‘fore i slide down wit the glock gotta throw on my gloves i don’t wanna leave evidence
b*tch tried to cheat on me wit a broke ass n*gga she know i’m better than
n*ggas be scared to slide, tryna get out the ride, i’m the type who still hop in
you ain’t never shot no opps or spin no blocks, your b*tch ass ain’t getting in
n*gga k!lled my man’s im slidin’ for free, you ain’t even gotta pay me to spin
the opps ain’t out when i spin they block, i’m gettin’ mad runnin’ out of blocks to bend
new opp pack ooh that’s another funeral, these n*ggas sad again
jump out the bed and stretch my legs, check my phone n*ggas died again
it ain’t safe outside, don’t believe them lies, they better off staying in
postin’ all them pictures of them dead ass n*ggas, send his ass right wit his friends
once it’s up, n*gga it’s stuck forever, nah we ain’t making amends
n*gga got shot in his chest and shot in neck, couldn’t get his fire out his pants
dumbass fell on the floor and got stood over, n*gga tried to throw up his hands
know i’m going to h*ll or going to jail so imma just sin again
bounce out on him, hope they don’t see us coming, we k!lling n*ggas in pairs
come through the block wit a big ten milli and kriss vec, this type gun k!ll bears
k!ll his ass in the back of the building, burn his clothes and underwear
the elevator got too crowded so i rerouted, i f*ck around took the stairs

- screwly g lyrics

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