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get the drop - 1hdasender lyrics

[intro: 1hdasender]
(ooh, vell you did that sh*t)
wanna join the senders? get a body, uh*huh
get a body
i said, “wanna join the* get a*”

[verse 1: 1hdasender]
free the bros doin’ time, we still sendin’ kites
i see my young n*gga on a drill, tryna take ya life
that switchy f*ckin’ up his body, he ain’t feelin’ right
‘fore i k!ll ’em, walk a n*gga down, now we’re off white
we caught a n*gga on the clock, that’s an off night
run sixty in this cat, and then we stop until we see them lights
100k ain’t sh*t, bro just put it in a stash
you think her boyfriend a k!ller? put the senders on his ass
my young n*gga hardheaded, all he wanna do is crash
all he wanna catch is bodies, he ain’t worried bout the bad
in the hood, i gavе ’em hope, to the fees hе servin’ bags
we threw his oldhead in the loop, we put that b*tton on his ass
you ain’t never catch a body, you givin’ n*ggas toe taps
and neefy made it out that spittle, i think we got his sh*t bad
don’t show no love to these n*ggas, no you can’t hang with us
i put my all into this sh*t, there ain’t no changin’ up
i hit his b*tch, he in his feelings, he say he hate me
and neefy got hit in his eyes, and now he can’t see
if you ain’t slidin’ or providin’, f*ck you winnin’ for
and bro just f*cked up the v, we tryna spin some more
hit his sh*t, and walk ’em down, let’s stand over top
and i don’t need no f*ckin’ beam, i know how to work the glock
we tryna clear the block out, so bro, bring the chop
and we ain’t beefin’ with the guns, ’cause they work with cops
b*tch bad, she already know she gon’ get the drop
take her shoppin’, then get her right, then we at ya spot
and sheef keep trollin’ on the bros, we chase ’em out his crocs
i’m in the lot with that b*tton, then i’m bustin’ thots
ot hangin’ out the window, i’m like f*ck the opps
them n*ggas broke with no motion, we stand on the block
she like, “what’s this in the v,” three switches and a chop
from the p to out west, we bendin’ n*ggas blocks
[bridge: ybcdul]
n*gga, it’s mr disrespectful
i don’t give a f*ck who you is, n*gga i will disrespect you
n*gga, it’s mr disrespectful
buddy and the frow and the rizzy and the snipe

[verse 2: ybcdul]
sidney by the 8, and buddy out the pound
qrizzy tried to walk back to the mont, and got knocked out of bounds
once you hit that block, pick a target, then you chase ’em down
i got dogsh*t, i’m never runnin’ out of pounds
every time i tooe them rides, i ain’t panic
we hit blocks, and make n*ggas start screamin’
deekloko felt that russian yopp, and then he vanished
and i can’t even talk to the lines, cause they speak spanish
send these bowls from all these different states
i can never catch a break
law just hopped up on my ass, i’m in a chase
bd with me, so you know i did the jakes
car was going so fast, i almost crashed, i hit the gas instead the brakes
they ain’t even catch the plates (it’s mr disrespectful)

[outro: ybcdul]
uh, it’s mr disrespectful
n*gga, it’s mr disrespectful
buddy and the frow and the rizzy and the snipe
they know that i really diss the dead, yea that’s my f*ckin’ special
you know i got that five on my weapons
they won’t bent the 7, send n*ggas to heaven
send n*ggas to heaven
five on my weapon

- 1hdasender lyrics

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