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lirik lagu 100 shooters remix – yung liv

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[tay keith, f*ck these n*ggas up!]

[intro]
ayee, we pull up and send hot sh*t to n*ggas block sh*t
free the gang! aye

[chorus]
alot of guns, n*ggas with me tripping tryna body sum
let me know if you want smoke with us cause we gon’ light em up
ever since lil bro had lost his life b*tch i go slide for sum
long nights stuck inside the trap rollin’ yo homie up

[verse 1]
better not try to rob these n*ggas know lil liv be trained to blow
let me see a mask come through that back im shooting thru the door
man down his homie turned around n*gga we at his throat
he got away, his homie b.o.a he died outside the place
i keep a pipe, shooting like im mike b*tch i ain’t tryna fight
i got k!llers off the drugs they tryna flip sh*t
i got b*tches on my line they tryna suck the clique
me and lil bro dont trust these hoes cus we just drop to hit
ill be d*mned i let a goofy slide and hit me in my sh*t
i come from out west them fake ass vests gon get a n*gga kilt
ops be at my shows just like they hoes
and i pray to god i better not hear a n*gga say my homie tried to run from them
and if he dead but took a l we gon’ go get his son
these n*ggas bluffin when we slide i need a homi huh
b*tch i got court i think the judge might try to fraud me when i go
i ain’t tryna flex with pistols [?]

[chorus]
alot of guns, n*ggas with me tripping tryna body sum
let me know if you want smoke with us cause we gon’ light em up
ever since lil bro had lost his life b*tch i go slide for sum
long nights stuck inside the trap rollin’ yo homie up

[verse 2]
ever since that n*gga lost his life i keep a weapon
told my brother he better tote it right before he step in
couple n*ggas posted in the cut with some fns
we gon slide through the back like what the f*ck where that check is
im riding for my n*ggas and imma slide with em
if you riding for them n*ggas you gone die with em
with the tinted and the [?] its a dirty [?]
f*cking dummy n*gga thought his whip was bulletproof
told my city you ain’t sh*t we never heard of you
any problems flip his top like a convertible
gotta watch my back they tryna cut it surgical
where the ops be at im serving n*ggas dog food

[chorus]
alot of guns, n*ggas with me tripping tryna body sum
let me know if you want smoke with us cause we gon’ light em up
ever since lil bro had lost his life b*tch i go slide for sum
long nights stuck inside the trap rollin’ yo homie up