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no hook - 9k900 lyrics

(intro)
eyy x3
gang
uhh look

(verse 1)[9k900]
no i dont say sh*t
i let the gun play
had her walk up to me like a runway
pointing which way like a migo say datway
i won’t do it at night its on broad day(boom x4)
hit the spot like its bingo but this ain’t no old age
bout to go catch me a case
thats on gangnem they don’t play bout me eyy watch how they letting that chrome spray
if he tweakin we won’t be playing games how his body be hitting the floor
open his scalp you think that we opening doors
jump off the porch i hop in a porsche
they hate that im balling like curry so they be taking a n*gga to court
call me lil chrome heart that’s on gang the bullets be hitting an opp on his dome
100 some shots that’s just how quick he be losing his soul he ready to go
rip to his body we gon be hittin them stars you’d think that we ricky and morty
i got a whole lotta shots in this 40
finding these opps like we looking for dory
flippin dinero you watch how i move
uhh put that lil boy on the news
im chasing these cheques how imma get em…(how imma get em) no i dont got a clue
hbk that’s the gang we don’t do heartbreak
we leaving yo gang wit a heartache
boom boom that’s what the glock say
imma make it out make it on broadway
time is money so i let the clock say
and i dont do role play uhh
gang
uhhhh uhh (eyyy)
uhhh uhh (gang)
uhhh uhh uh uh

(verse 2)[2xchris]
sippin on wok and this sh*t got me lit
this beat bout to get me turnt up in this b*tch (pa pa pa)
she run she think imma chase her (no i ain’t)
sippin on uh did that with no chaser (shhhh)
rag on the stove it’s hot i’m a baker
shooters they ball like the lakers (swear to god)
i been goin dumb draco it came with a drum
shooting this gl!ck for fun (paa)
and if they don’t believe me i really been stacking my chips up
told his ass to get up
go and get you a bag
get up off yo ass
this can’t be yo last
go and spend time with your dad
cause when my dad died i was mad
cause when my dad died i was sad
he the reason why im totin these choppers he was all i had (fa fa fa)
now i got all these bodies they piling up
yeah they think that they tough they can body us
i dont give two f*cks let them tools buss
got a d*ck on the gl!ck im a fool huh
oh you rude huh yeah i’m rude too( i swear to god)
you a k!ll em and put it on youtube
without the violence i swear i’m a cool dude (yeah)
they hang around and they’ll fool you (on my mama)
i hate fake n*ggas i hate fake b*tches
don’t trust b*tches swear i hate b*tches
but the b*tches with alot of k b*tches oh yeah
i prolly can’t make this

- 9k900 lyrics

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