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oouuu sh!t - bankroll reese lyrics

[intro]
146
n*ggas know how this sh*t get
huh
ayy

[verse]
ain’t no [?] me at no red light, i be the blew this b*tch
shoot the drac’, got the ‘wood hot, i’m tryna cool this b*tch
oh, yo ho ain’t never met no real n*gga? i can school this b*tch
back then he was a school boy, like he q and sh*t
get a n*gga stripe for that pape, shout*out [?]
my lil’ cousin been [?] sh*t so i stole his beam
n*gga said he want beef? i probably rolled his lean
this b*tch got kickback and make a n*gga do the shoulder lean
set, hut, when the opps take a hike, i’m tryna blitz something
man, what? hit the gas, make a right, i’m finna lift something
ski’d up but i got my hoodie on, still tryna zip something
hanging with them pits, had ’em boys come and sick something
in jacksonville, pull up on my [?] they in a splat
man, these n*ggas bad safeties, n*ggas never getting back
keep yo head, if you lose it, you can’t never get it back
off a three, b*tch, i’m snoozing but don’t think my jumper wack
gangster sh*t up in my blood, this sh*t be running through my veins though
sh*t, get a gun, how you running with a chain on?
my stick, better run, we gon’ see how far you can’t go
my n*gga suited up, ready for war, b*tch, it’s saints row
b*tch, my name good, name a hood that i can’t go
n*ggas tryna wipe my nose, i’m slimy so they can’t though
my b*tch the baddest ten, name a b*tch that i can’t ho
youngest turnt up in the city, they be acting like i ain’t though
them n*ggas still be on the porch, i be walking in the street
ain’t no talking if it’s beef, boy, be cautious when you creep
heard you captain save*a*ho, you just gon’ talk a b*tch to sleep
they know i run with heavy steppers, i put coffins on my feet
boy, you better watch you step because a coffin isn’t cheap
i’m high off this opp pack, i’m somewhere lost in tennessee
twenty*one opps like butler but i’m cautious with the heat
lil’ mari, he the butler, drop yo sh*t off when it’s beef
the last n*gga played, his scary*ass won’t come outside
what’s the point in hopping in? boy, if you scared, go run and hide
sh*t, catch him in the whip, might chalk him out his ride
sh*t, we just caught his b*tch, i’m walking down the bride
[outro]
b*tch, i’m walking down the bride
sh*t, we just caught his b*tch, i’m walking down the bride
ayy, ayy, tell his scary*ass to come outside
146
n*ggas know how this sh*t get, nah, for real

- bankroll reese lyrics

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