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bridges burn - 607 muskii lyrics

[intro: 607 muskii]
ayy
(reuel, stop playin’ with these n*ggas)
yeah, better stop playin’ with these n*ggas, man
better stop playin’ with me, n*gga, ayy
ayy
ayy, ayy

[verse 1: 607 muskii]
bridges burn, i just learn, ain’t look back, i just keep goin’
police get behind me, n*gga, i’ma keep goin’
ayy, .223s rippin’ through the car, this b*tch a seat warmer
bro hit my phone, said he need a couple thousand, that mean a re’ comin’
i been chillin’ for a minute, but i’m back, i got a feat’ comin’
ayy, it’s only the third day of the week and i made three somethin’
b*tch tryna f*ck, i asked her where her friend, i’m tryna see somethin’
black ops hit my line whenever he in town, he tryna teach somethin’
ain’t got alzheimer’s, they get me in that room, i don’t remember nothin’
them h*llhounds jumpin’ out that car, they finna drop a hundred
if the conversation ain’t ’bout pape’, n*gga, change the subject
she f*ck me ’cause her baby daddy broke, that n*gga on a budget
ayy, jack just came home, what’s the word? they heard them clappers back
the opps can’t name a time them n*ggas slid and i wasn’t clappin’ back
ayy, try to spin, we autopark the whip, n*gga, imagine that
had the switch, it d*mn near ripped him out his clothes, he hit the cabbage patch
ayy, this b*tch’ll pack you up
mini drac’ hit 7.62, this b*tch’ll flip a truck
ayy, tryna drop a four and i ain’t talkin’ ’bout in my double cup
ask the opps, man, they don’t never— ayy, them n*ggas know what’s up
cheap b*tch, i can’t f*ck on you no more, i had to level up
can’t leave a trace, i’ll have my bm sister cousin set you up
it’s hot outside, every time i seen an opp, i’ma wet him up
and every time them sixes get a drop, n*gga, we bend it up
ayy, i hit e like, “i’m tryna get a feat’ and f*ck the city up”
i hit 10 like, “i got an l*o*c,” he finna spin it up
kia boyz, it ain’t sh*t to get a striker and it’s tinted up
spot an opp out, ffft, we gon’ rip him up
[verse 2: babyfxce e]
5.56 tear his motor up and make him hit the brake
i seen my striker on a stolen page, so i stripped the paint
he heard i was performing the same day, so he switched the date
tie some dumbbells around his waist and push him in the lake
h*llcat, take the badges off, put money on the race
felony, now i’m makin’ pape’, put money on my case
sh*ll*catcher, best gun to slide, got money on the drac’
ten thousand, i made that in a day when i was out of state
stop comparin’ me, all y’all lil’ n*ggas, y’all not equal to me
every chop got they own name, they like people to me
i make 40k off this rap sh*t and that’s just feature money
catch an opp, grab the f*ckin’ switch, i’m finna teach him somethin’
hit his ass again, i don’t think he learned his lesson
grabbed the pint from the other night and drunk a four for breakfast
my n*gga hit so many bricks, you think he playin’ tetris
if you want the smoke, we got the gas, hit him with unleaded
ridin’ in a stolen car, man, this b*tch cost a presi’
it wasn’t even all that deep, but he took it to them measures
three hundred dollars for my jeans and my shirt is heron preston
hope that lil’ n*gga still talkin’ sweet when we catch him

[outro: babyfxce e]
it’s with an x, n*gga
fxce

- 607 muskii lyrics

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