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shark attack - bbg steppaa lyrics

[pre*chorus]
when it get dark we start looking for sharks
let it spark we gone bend through they park
lil n*ggas think they got heart but ain’t playing it smart
like n*ggas better be playing they part
like, pop door get to spraying in dark
hit the a drop 4 then we playing the r
and we tryna drop more we ain’t playing at all
like i’ma soar what a dangerous star

[chorus]
go and walk through the munn
if you really wanna catch one
like all headshots f*ck is a vest son
heard a r got stretched
now i wonder who next son
spin i’m flipping your car
all the way til the feds come
and lil duty hit best
that’s anothеr lil dead one
how you flex won’t blow what you scarеd son?
and we got a tech in this b*tch
don’t you dare run
like up a weapon or flinch i’ma flare son

[verse 1]
and you n*ggas never on sh*t
face died why the f*ck y’all ain’t hop in a car
and go spin about it
like n*ggas hurt onna r
they ain’t sh*t without him
h*ll yea i’ma burst this
i don’t just spit about it
n*ggas be worthless just wanna sit around me
h*ll no i ain’t nervous
cause i’ma just cl!ck without him
and we love them 30s new gen i’ma d*ck her down (my g*lock is a birdie)
it f*ck n*ggas it get around
why n*ggas cap they ain’t really tryna get into beef
hit his hat ain’t no way he running track on me
double that gotta sack what the f*ck is a 7
i’m die that and what the f*ck is a 3
tell them boys slide back
no we ain’t ducking the heat
how n*ggas mad that they brother deceased
i ain’t for nothing i’m dumping i ain’t going like he
and we gonna rush him if we want that boy 103
[chorus]
go and walk through the munn
if you really wanna catch one
like all headshots f*ck is a vest son
heard a r got stretched
now i wonder who next son
spin i’m flipping your car
all the way til the feds come
and lil duty hit best
that’s another lil dead one
how you flex won’t blow what you scared son?
and we got a tech in this b*tch
don’t you dare run
like up a weapon or flinch i’ma flare son

[verse 2]
they tryna rap beef i wanna bump guns
i ain’t tryna do none of that fed sh*t
i’m tryna clap him brodie a slow one
yea he dumb tryna hit up my mans b*tch
watch how we wack him, clip him and roll him
like if i up it he gone be a dead b*tch
like not for nothing i up it and dump it
n*gga til my hands stiff
splatter his head n*gga hit his melon
i don’t f*ck with the feds
let me find out you telling
brodie on meds (well i’m tryna nail him)
fill his dreads then i tie em together
boy you a b*tch i been dying to catch you
he die grape street crip then i’m trying to stretch you
i got my pistol gone die if you test me
one 40 sh*ll hit his thigh and a 9 to his temple
[pre*chorus]
when it get dark we start looking for sharks
let it spark we gone bend through they park
lil n*ggas think they got heart but ain’t playing it smart
like n*ggas better be playing they part
like, pop door get to spraying in dark
hit the a drop 4 then we playing the r
and we tryna drop more we ain’t playing at all
like i’ma soar what a dangerous star

[chorus]
go and walk through the munn
if you really wanna catch one
like all headshots f*ck is a vest son
heard a r got stretched
now i wonder who next son
spin i’m flipping your car
all the way til the feds come
and lil duty hit best
that’s another lil dead one
how you flex won’t blow what you scared son?
and we got a tech in this b*tch
don’t you dare run
like up a weapon or flinch i’ma flare son

[outro]
long live face n*gga
long live duty

- bbg steppaa lyrics

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