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misson - bandup smg lyrics

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back to the mission
yo b-tch on my d-ck cuz i’m bussin’
my n-ggas ain’t flexin’

we stuntin’

run up a check outta town then i’m dippin’
send a few bands to my plug for them onions

r.i.p. all of my n-ggas
free all the guys out them prisons
rather chase money than women

i’m back to the mission
my goal to be rich before i die
and thats on my life, imma get it

bussin’ off pills out in traffic
runnin’ for the top
on my life, imma make that sh-t happen

blowin’ blunts to the face
tryna f-ck fate, so i can get karma back
i’m grindin’ b-tch you not apart of that
i’m cookin’ like hardin, i’m scorin’ that
that bullets fryin’ like bacon
but i got them sh-lls that go from the front to the back

back down gettin’ money
chasin’ all these commas
just got a package from bro
with a glock and beam and a scripture
ripped outta the bible

i’m tryin to buy a bugatti that come with pink sheet
my name on the stamp of the t-tle
we spend large sums of money on special ops weapons
when we go to war to the rivals

i never snitched on a n-gga
or folded on none of my n-ggas
and i can put that on the bible

climb to the top gettin’ higher and higher
i’m a king all my hoes call me siar
diss on the gang and the weapons get fired
here come the ambulance sirens
i was a fool as a youngin
but now that i’m older
my heart got a little more violent

losin’ my mind and i’m outta control
i got money still hittin’ my phone
i’m tryin to run up 100
then f-ck with some models
that dyk- and do drugs and deep throat

i’m gettin’ money
i can’t be f-ckin’ around
i’m tryin’ to flip me some pounds
i spend my last on whatever
and won’t think sh-t of it
as long as it make my son smile

most the n-ggas be flexin’
yo’ hoe say you really be stressin’
i ain’t got time for that f-ck sh-t

took a few losses f-ckin’ with fake n-ggas
now i know who not to f-ck with
my money keep buildin’
i’m stackin’ the ceiling
b-tch i got a lot to prove
i got so many hoes hittin’ my phone
i don’t know which one to choose

i’m talkin’ money on money on money
i need some 100’s on 100’s on 100’s
i got your b-tch p-ssy wet
it be runnin’
i want your head, then you won’t see it comin’

smg gang, imma ride for the team
we gonna pull up to your party, turn it to a murder scene
if you f-ck with the opp,
when i see you we ain’t gotta talk
you already know what it is, b-tch

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