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gunfight - call me schosa lyrics

yeah i’m ready, ready for me to act out
my broth’a steve jobs on the gang he gone bring them macs out
i’m jim carrey green in my view if i bring the mask out
spazz out it cost u to beef n schosa a cash cow
30 hangin’ under neath the wood and u can ask royce
thraxed out pullin’ them straps out like blastoise
passеd out flame in my dutchy i’m rollin’ charzard
when i make a dеal keep a steel n*gga i’m dumb hard
shorty givin’ brain first she tried to play the dumb card
schosa in her stomach say she feel it in her lumbar
26 too legit i keep a hammer in the bruv’s car
since a n*gga wishin’ leave his body in a dump star

yeah i’m ready, ready to start a gun fight
been trappin’ since this morning won’t quit until i see sunlight
oh that’s 10 bands in a louie bag that’s somethin’ light
promised id stop f*ckin’ with narcotics i’m pumpin’ white
schosa mixin’ beans with codeine in my f*ckin’ sprite
fnr the team, for a bing, get you hit to night
say he wish a n*gga would he gon’ get his wish tonight
ar with the beam on a string like christmas lights
[stickman slikk]
yeah i’m ready, ready to hit a funeral
these sh*lls get to flyin’ you catchin’ ’em like a urinal
been bustin’ guns since a youngin’ this sh*t just new to you
head shot knock n*ggas off there ain’t no pullin’ through
full metal jackets push ya sh*t back like a cuticle
hollow heads hollow out ya head like a cubicle
30 round red nose clown sh*t it’s suitable
slide through and twist his whole block like a rubix cube
we gettin’ money it take paper just to go the war
diss me on a song you’ll get buried underneath the floor
schosa keep a gl!cky f*ck with us we check you at the door
still ain’t got no patience for you p*ssys b*tch let’s get it on

yeah i’m ready, vibin’ up off a triple stack
a n*gga try me bout 50 cents go get the strap
then tell a b*tch that’s celibate to let me take her down
and call me chris brown cause i know she finna gimme that
i don’t do no talkin’ keep it shorter on my midget mac
full extended warranty that chopper send a n*gga back
paper comin’ in from machines, but don’t forget the fax
n*ggas ain’t “bald in a minute” so sh*t you gettin’ waxed
i ain’t new to this n*gga i’m true to this
shorty givin’ brain first she tried to be stupid b*tch
fnr the gang b*tch i’m flyer then your stewardess
ar with the beam and its green with a cooling kit
yeah i’m ready, ready to start a gun fight
been trappin’ since this morning won’t quit until i see sunlight
oh that’s 10 bands in a louie bag that’s somethin’ light
promised id stop f*ckin’ with narcotics i’m pumpin’ white
schosa mixin’ beans with codeine in my f*ckin’ sprite
fnr the team, for a bing, get you hit to night
say he wish a n*gga would he gon’ get his wish tonight
ar with the beam on a string like christmas lights

- call me schosa lyrics

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