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gun up - .223jerm lyrics

[verse 1: .223jerm]
b*tch if you run up get gun up you know what it is
semi automatic takin shots like a swish
balenciaga i got red bottles my kicks
if i’m in yo hood then you know i’m hittin l!cks
b*tch i’m a dog i go mean
see my uzi that’s my choppa [?] machine
merk yo best friend then i shoot up yo whole team
feel like christmas cause my lasers red and green
see me skirt off in the whip with my [?] off the grip
uno jeremiah cause my trap phone gone flip
always got the glocks and i’m down to throw fists
if a n*gga wanna try me i ain’t never catch ya b*tch
got .44’s on my side though
n*gga gettin lit up by my lil bro
it’s a drive by in the whip i’m in the [?]
we just loaded with the ammo yeah we reload
likе got the straps i leave еm no rematch
i just smoked a n*gga like we are bout to match
i already f*cked yo hoe and i just passed her back
i just re*did the b*tch like a master track

[verse 2: k!ll stacy]
i just digged down yo shawty you [?] then i clap
show no respect pull up bust at yo back
bullets cut like katana so deep through a rat
think i’m cappin come catch it i’m shootin out fast
b*tches crow life for no life i’m takin that sh*t
if it [?]
[?] shawty i sip
bust my nut and i’m off and lil b*tch got a [?]
why these n*ggas talkin like they [?] nothin
i can’t love no hoe i gotta go after i f*ck em
only [?]
rest in piece [?] rest in piece my n*gga sully
[?] with that skully
take that [?] dummy
[?] she just like me she need them hundreds
[?] huntin
[verse 3: 83hades]
got a new f*ckin glock clean him with the mop
imma drop down quick imma hit his spot
run up in the night choppa gonna rip his top
and i sell a lot of pack at the parkin lot
police wanna shut me down cause i’m sellin crop
imma pull up on yo b*tch f*ck her non stop
catch him down bad just might have to pop out
if he reach for his belt imma gun him down
i just f*cked on yo hoe put nut in her mouth
got 12 dippin from me fill them bricks in my couch
gotta whole bunch of cash man f*ck bank accounts
imma pull up on your set now with the shooter out
think i needa gucci belt just to hold my pants up
no you b*tches want smoke hit em with the cancer
hollow tips comin [?] turn him to a dancer
tired of your thot had to up the f*ckin standards

[outro: .223jerm, k!ll stacy & 83hades]
run*run*run up get gun up you know what it is
semi automatic takin shots like a swish
balenciaga i got red bottles my kicks
if i’m in yo hood then you know i’m hittin l!cks

i just digged down yo shawty you [?] then i clap
show no respect pull up bust at yo back
bullets cut like katana so deep through a rat
think i’m cappin come catch it i’m shootin out fast
got a new f*ckin glock clean him with the mop
imma drop down quick imma hit his spot
run up in the night choppa gonna rip his top
and i sell a lot of pack at the parkin lot

- 223jerm lyrics

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