cars - banddupp lyrics
[intro: semi homie]
uh (uh)
(uh, on the men)
(banddupp stop playing)
(uh, uh)
[chorus: semi homie]
you gotta get active you wanna sit with us
if you don’t want to spin you gotta put up on cars
i’ll hit a crepe game if i lose i’ll go rob
you a b*tch, you only talking ’cause you got [?]
she fell out with her n*gga now she calling me
every time she get dropped she know to call me
you hot*ass n*ggas [?]
we come with up all different calibers you bark up this tree
we turn up the streets we the reason they hot
we been fishing so much that we ran up the mileage
b*tch i’m off these perc’s, i hope you don’t mind me
give a f*ck if no tints on that car we still buying it
give a f*ck if it ain’t rp i ain’t popping it
’bout to start kidnapping n*ggas put their life in my pocket
’bout to stop f*cking her she started acting r*t*rded
just told murda “we need to start holding these n*ggas hostage”
[verse: cruddy murda]
homie tryna hold n*ggas hostage
we going to that safe i want more than your pockets
if i’m hearing you hold hit your car with a air tag
reach on the cruddy i blow up your airbag
i hopped out with drizzy i know why he ran
fifty lines a month n*gga you do the math
ray told me “he bluffing” and got on his ass
if [?] drac’ you i bet you he drag
put ten on your head and your life in my pocket
sneaky got on him then shorty went missing
i know some n*ggas that make you stop living
i’m in the field and i got my equipment
you bound to get touched when you going against us
truck load murda it’s shots out the black truck
told lil’ shorty i really get active
what they think i ain’t get in that car ’cause i be rapping?
[chorus: semi homie]
you gotta get active you wanna sit with us
if you don’t want to spin you gotta put up on cars
i’ll hit a crepe game if i lose i’ll go rob
you a b*tch, you only talking ’cause you got [?]
she fell out with her n*gga now she calling me
every time she get dropped she know to call me
you hot*ass n*ggas [?]
we come with up all different calibers you bark up this tree
we turn up the streets we the reason they hot
we been fishing so much that we ran up the mileage
b*tch i’m off these perc’s, i hope you don’t mind me
give a f*ck if no tints on that car we still buying it
give a f*ck if it ain’t rp i ain’t popping it
’bout to start kidnapping n*ggas put their life in my pocket
’bout to stop f*cking her she started acting r*t*rded
just told murda “we need to start holding these n*ggas hostage” (on the men)
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