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thru da coat - bando gz lyrics

[intro]
glo made that beat?
grahh, grahh, grahh, boom
mr. up out the spray gun, you heard?
geek, geek
don’t lack, don’t lack
at all, at all
grahh, grahh, grahh

[chorus]
don’t lack, might shoot through the coat
put bro on yo’ ass, and you know you gettin’ poked
hop out, send shots at a locc
masked up on the drill, we ain’t duckin’ no smoke
f*ck that, send five out the glizzy
he can get shot ’cause he ball like bdiddy
edot a baby, tell him to get with me
spin courtlandt and the ‘hill and that sh*t gettin’ litty
don’t lack, might shoot through the coat
put bro on yo’ ass, and you know you gettin’ poked
hop out, send shots at a locc
masked up on the drill, we ain’t duckin’ no smoke
f*ck that, send five out the glizzy
he can get shot ’cause he ball like bdiddy
edot a baby, tell him to get with me
spin courtlandt and the ‘hill and that sh*t gettin’ litty
[verse 1]
lil’ joe, he got beat by the deli
.40 on me, get him dumped like a chevy
opp thots, get all in her belly
then pass it to bro, ’cause i heard she the wetty
zay munna, stop sucking my d*ck
i heard you got poked and still ain’t do sh*t
act up, i reach for the grip
revolver start spinnin’, just pray taht i miss
they mad that i geek in the spot
drilly’s stay with me, so please don’t get shot
talk tough, then we bunny hop
.357, six shots on a flock
get close, don’t shoot out the v
talk on my n*ggas, get put on a tee
move wock, i’m spinnin’ with geek
and bro movin’ tact’, gon’ shoot up the scene
dthang pop him a 30, go to the moon
smokin’ on noah, f*ck all the goons
get jiggy in traffic, trust, i’ma boom
bdot is p*ssy, i hope he gon’ shoot
spin’ through the ‘rey, man, they better duck
i got it on me, i ain’t tryna bluff
spot me a crip, yeah, he goin’ up
.40 make him dance, n*ggas is dumb as f*ck
[chorus]
don’t lack, might shoot through the coat
put bro on yo’ ass, and you know you gettin’ poked
hop out, send shots at a locc
masked up on the drill, we ain’t duckin’ no smoke
f*ck that, send five out the glizzy
he can get shot ’cause he ball like bdiddy
edot a baby, tell him to get with me
spin courtlandt and the ‘hill and that sh*t gettin’ litty
don’t lack, might shoot through the coat
put bro on yo’ ass, and you know you gettin’ poked
hop out, send shots at a locc
masked up on the drill, we ain’t duckin’ no smoke
f*ck that, send five out the glizzy
he can get shot ’cause he ball like bdiddy
edot a baby, tell him to get with me
spin courtlandt and the ‘hill and that sh*t gettin’ litty

[verse 2]
jiggy man got a wedgie, and talk to the cops
how the f*ck is you spinnin’ my block?
told gunna, “get on ’em”, while we in the spot
smokin’ yellow, the shooter got shot
drive through the ‘hill, and i’m ready to dump
catch bosh, put him in a trunk
n*ggas love cappin’, but they know what’s up
edot baby should be in a blunt
and n*ggas know that we different
f*ck with the opps, they slappin’ y’all b*tches
chalim, n*gga, stop snitchin’
n*ggas is mad that we f*ckin’ they sisters
.40 on me, get to cl!ckin’
knock on my waist, talk hot, then i’m spinnin’
rpt on a mission
get in the way, know lotti gon’ blitz ’em
said you smoke on the guys, like mel didn’t just die
stop dissin’, get back for your mans
my n*ggas love talkin’, and we on they block
see jay savv, i’ma shoot ’til it jam
they say they get jiggy, but we make it litty
we slide in all black, then hop out the van
told stunna move cautious while we on courtlandt
catch ’em black, he gon’ die like his mans
[outro]
gang, gang, gang, n*gga
mr. up out the spray gun, you heard?
smokin’ on noah, smokin’ on yellow
rpt, four sev’, four sev’

- bando gz lyrics

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