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self defense - tse e2, 10ta lil a, tse vic, 10ta sakazi, 10ta 23 & jay juice lyrics

[intro]
so if a n*gga* if a n*gga caught a on some self*defense sh*t, thats* he’s not a k!ller?
man, h*ll nah
you had to protect yourself, you was scared for your life
so, if you didn’t shoot that gun, yo ass was gon die
and i would never be so scared that i would die

i know* i know how imma come on this b*tch
[?]

y*y*yo iron chop*

[verse 1: tse e2]
he said, b*tch, oh you ain’t heard? i really fap n*ggas
he came and let his jumper off, but n*ggas wack with it
im big trippin’, into it with my b*tch from hittin’ rap b*tches
im in here sober than a b*tch, but got to [?]
ill put this b*tch on you like give it up, i need a strap n*gga
don’t try and play me like a b*tch, because it ain’t that n*gga
ill make yo b*tch to come call me the goat, because i’m that n*gga
ill roll the window down and get to flea fl!ckin’ out a up out a scat n*gga

b*tch, threw back a perc, it got my back itchin’
your n*gga “mr. tell*it*all”, yall n*ggas rap different
this pretty b*tch i seen inside the club, she had some fat titties
if i had seen bro inside that b*tch, i woulda smacked milly
[verse 2: 10ta lil a]
huh, i woulda* man we been smashed milly
im high as h*ll and bro swingin’ the scat, i’m in the back dizzy
i just threw a yop back, it got my face filthy
i swear to god, i got no tolerance, you better not play with me

huh, oh you think i’m just a rap n*gga?
i be with the robbers, k!llers, trap n*ggas
hang out the window with the drac and get to bussin’ at the opp n*ggas
that n*gga got his f*ckin’ gun took and called the cops on us
im blammin’ sh*t, this ain’t no self defense, yall n*ggas fake k!llers
i know you only shot your gun because you was scared, no, that is not drilling
you roll the window down, i get to flea fl!ckin’, yall n*ggas keep missin’
walkin’ through and i ain’t shakin’ hands because i don’t like n*ggas

[verse 3: jay juice]
my bro can’t find his strap, he took a knife with him
they be like you bussin’ her p*ssy? sh*t, i might n*gga
b*tch, i’m finna hit up bray, i need the white [?]
i got the drac, he ain’t gon [?] because his pipe [?]
i think my glockie jam, i threw it at his face and made the sight hit him
my brother taxin’ for the bouls, i’m finna fight mizzle
i seen my bro punch on one of the opps, i’m finna fight with him, b*tch
the hoes f*ck with the opps, can’t spend the night with them
your b*tch, she freaky as the f*ck, she tryna bite pickle
pop a perc, and hit [?] when its dark, it give me night vision
y*y*yo iron chop*
i can tell by yo pockets, you a five n*gga
we at the telly, rub her titties, then i side hit her
bro walkin’ in with a ski, i almost popped mister
mister spin a block and hit bro in his face and make the chop hit him

[verse 4: 10ta sakazi]
i’m young and turnt, [?], so they gotta hate me
n*ggas be chattin on the gram, but i can’t let them faze me
i keep sendin’ hoes to get the lo’s, but i ain’t going crazy
sh*t i’m laced off this t** pack, it got my head achin’, b*tch
10 milly get to bussin’, now the feds chasin’
i beat this opp b*tch to the ground and had the bed shakin’
dont come around tryna play what you not, because we’ll still check you
bro threw it up and i caught the assist, feelin’ like odell beckham
like, bro hold on i seen the opps, i’m finna spank they ass
this rollie dancin’ on my wrist, like you don’t make no bag
b*tch you a snitch, yo bro a hoe, like f*ck i hate yo dad
posted in the five, swingin’ a chop and i ain’t got no mask b*tch

[verse 5: tse vic]
you keep steppin’ on yo pops, n*gga f*ck yo dad
then have my b*tch beat my other b*tch for tryna make me mad, n*gga
you try to take a chain and i’ll buss my strap
i popped a opp in self defense, like what you know ’bout that?
i need a million plus now, f*ck a hundred racks
can’t wait ’til winter stop and summer come so i can drive my cat
you wanna claim to check in, you know we made the ave
got 10 million streams, before that, i was rich off that trap
just hit a b*tch and now i’m gone, i gotta sell this bag
these n*ggas broke as f*ck, i’m stashin’ cheese i’m makin off my raps
you went and bought some moissanite, you need to take that back
your homie [?] your ass and came to me for tryna take my swag
[verse 6: 10ta 23]
b*tch, i took care of my [?] they finna come right back
hmm, cross the [?] bussin’ the glock, i need a chain off that, b*tch
imma keep clappin’ the opps, i got a name off that
headtap, after headtap, we put a brain on that
b*tch im gettin’ money, i’ve been out the way
you ain’t really seen no real money, you ain’t got no weight, yea

- tse e2 10ta lil a tse vic 10ta sakazi 10ta 23 jay juice lyrics

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