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covid 59 - toohda band$ lyrics

[intro]
(hitman beats)

[chorus]
thirty p’s, that ain’t nothin’, n*gga, i done ran through that
countin’ money on probation, i’ma still keep my strap
n*ggas always talkin’ heavy ’til i pull up with that mac
think these n*ggas is some runners, when they see me kickin’ flats
i don’t make no diss songs, i’m just speakin’ ’bout some facts
blowin’ cookie in my lungs, i’m smokin’ weed ’til i collapse
miss my brother with that k, that wish that i could bring him back
send an opp to my n*gga, when you see him, tell him, “slatt”

[verse 1]
plottin’ on the benz, i don’t really want no scat
your b*tch in my dms, she be tryna throw that cat
n*ggas thinkin’ that they shooters ’cause they got a couple straps
ask about me with that toolie, i might turn you to a pack
brodie slide down with that shh and leave you flat
you got lucky on that bike, i catch you out and it’s a wrap
fell in love with my glock, i’m startin’ to think i got attached
dex fiendin’ for a body, brodie always on attack
n*ggas popped my lil’ n*gga, now they hidin’ with they strap
tell them n*ggas we outside, you can’t get away with that
b*tch talkin’ ’bout she love me, i’ma need you to relax
keep suckin’ like you mean it, bust a nut then take a nap
blues stickin’ to my pocket like them b*tches come with tacks
when you speakin’ on my name, better speak about them facts
every n*gga in my circle got some money and some straps
drinkin’ lean got me zooted, add some soda ’cause it’s flat
[chorus]
thirty p’s, that ain’t nothin’, n*gga, i done ran through that
countin’ money on probation, i’ma still keep my strap
n*ggas always talkin’ heavy ’til i pull up with that mac
think these n*ggas is some runners, when they see me kickin’ flats
i don’t make no diss songs, i’m just speakin’ ’bout some facts
blowin’ cookie in my lungs, i’m smokin’ weed ’til i collapse
miss my brother with that k, that wish that i could bring him back
send an opp to my n*gga, when you see him, tell him, “slatt”

[verse 2]
nah, see, i can’t never lose
addicted to the money, i fell in love with blues
nah, i ain’t trippin’ ’bout no b*tch ’cause i done laced my shoes
brodie makin’ twins with that pressure, make ’em by the twos
ain’t no leg shots when we drillin’, take that n*gga roof
me and ray fiendin’ with that chopper, tryna make the news
n*gga said he pressed me when he seen me, n*gga, april fools
me and danny been had them straps before i bapped the coupe
n*gga, stop perpin’ on them songs, who you really shoot?
have my shooter hit you with that— make a n*gga poof
you ain’t really active with that glock, your n*gga said you fool
lyin’ to that b*tch like you ballin’, but that ain’t the truth
got that b*tch on me where i’m at, i got it in the booth
you don’t never see me with no n*ggas ’cause these n*ggas loose
bought a ten of wocky from my cousin, finna drop a deuce
this an ar, hit your block, it’s like i dropped a nuke

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