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threw - vonoff1700 lyrics

[intro]
(lil’ fox, why you so godly, cuz?)
long live mook and mike, diss on them, you gon’ lose your life
don’t say they name in vain or there’s gon’ be double l’s in front of your name, forever tossin’ for the gang (d*mn, drako, you made this?)
ain’t sh*t to talk about, just

[verse]
alright, they play with you, ain’t sh*t to talk about, just pull up, hop out, shoot (come here, come here)
and i don’t really like to talk a lot ’cause people hate the truth (they b*tch ass)
b*tch, i popped out with a m, then hopped right back in the booth (i’m on my sh*t)
hit this block the wrong way, we turn your chevy to a coupe (vrr)
you keep talkin’ ’bout you did this and that, boy, who the f*ck is you?
when we swung thеm doors, he froze, his b*tch ass ain’t know what to do (his b*tch ass)
i love this monеy sh*t, but this sh*t keep reminding me of mook (of money mook)
man, i really hate my opps, them n*ggas p*ssier than boo (his b*tch ass)
and i can’t love no b*tch at all, b*tch, i’ma dog like uncle snoop (don’t got no love)
this not a game, but we’ll k!ll your ass and run through all your loot (then take your sh*t)
when we catch woo, i’m takin’ the driver gun and bounce out shootin’ too (come here, come here, come here, the f*ck?)
try to guard me, i’m gon’ cross a n*gga up like uncle drew (you know that)
12 hit the lights, three stomp the gas and now he drivin’ like a crew (he gone)
it’s just me, g sav, and frog, and we just poured a triple deuce (poured up tris)
i’m in traffic with a opp ho, gettin’ more neck than a goose (sh*t)
i know them opp n*ggas want us bad, i told backend, “no movin’ loose”
take all that actin’ k!llin’ sh*t to a auditionin’ for zeus (with your b*tch ass)
how i got respect? i bought a gun and put that b*tch to use (grrah, grrah)
every time lil’ bronem pop a perc’, they say, “rip to juice”
they say the opps out tryna party, like the army, i sent a nuke (n*gga)
try to run and i’ma chase you down, i’m fast, i used to hoop (come here, come here, you know that)
dissed on the gang, now that n*gga in a box dressed in a suit
the opps just dropped a song, that b*tch so weak, we play that sh*t on mute (that sh*t so ass)
and if you seen the sh*t i seen, man, your b*tch ass’ll probably puke (with your ho ass)
brand*new track’ fresh off the lot, man, this b*tch drive like it got boost
say he can’t slide ’cause they not on they block, boy, that’s not no excuse
f*ck bkn, but i’m locked in with leek, we kickin’ sh*t like bruce
i never lied, smiley called my mama tryna call a truce (his b*tch ass)
that n*gga ran, but he ain’t get away (come here), we shot him out his shoes (d*mn)
n*ggas actin’ like they that, but ain’t get back, i know a few (they b*tch ass)
they say brodie told on bro, i can’t believe it, but it’s true (what the f*ck?)
say he had 10k on my head and now he dead, i know he blew
the opps outside, i’m down to slide (come on), but what ’bout you? (come on)
i got four eyes, bro, you just drive and i’m gon’ shoot (i got this sh*t)
10 mil’, .45, don’t play with 9s, boy, that’s not cute (that sh*t childish)
shots to the leg, shots to the head, that n*gga threw

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