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ftb - chii wvttz lyrics

[c*hii wvttz]
free the gang, b*tch
we just been letting them thangs go
have a opp go hop like pogo
b*tch , and my gun gotta stick no h0m*
like, gang , what’s the word ?
you cannot talk on the sh*t that occurred
off the lean my vision is blurred
poppin’ two yellows that’s what i prefer
like, i do not f*ck with the thirds
i cannot talk on the sh*t that just stirred
still rapping im so underrated
all of the love in my chest it just faded
im her daddy she want me to spank it
but i can’t no more b*tch you traded
all of the love that we had , sh*t wasted
and i bought a new gun , upgraded
locked up i was so frustrated
and she dont want me and she statе it
why would you play with my heart, sh*t basic
and i love you b*tch n*** [?]
he running you know that wе chasing
i did not spin through this block for no racin’
spin through and you know we erasing
trey pound i ain’t dropping no cases
all the info , the cops obtaining
n****s they be in the room explaining
all night with this gun b*tch i’m praying
n****s laughing, they thinking sh*t funny
i’m toting this gun b*tch i’m really not playing
if im upping this gun b*tch i’m spraying , like
i ain’t upping no tone for displaying
dissing on bro i just had to repay him
{milly wop}
say that she want me but she always playing
still free fetty , n****s writing statements
hood star on the rey we don’t play that
n****s be talking , enough of that chit chat
we making movies they be making clips
don’t spin in no v, get flipped, like
that’s on bro i go dumb for this sh*t
like, pass me a sheff and you know im going gon’ cl!ck
baddie she shaking , rubbin’ on the knocks
spin through the opp we clearing up that strip
hit every target know we not gon’ miss
throw to the [?] emptied out the clip
that’s on bro if he run imma blitz
dubski ran now he inna spliff
n****s be saying they do sh*t but they don’t do sh*t
but they don’t do sh*t
when the f*ck they gonna spin
yus gz you the face of the what, like
stop dissing like you ain’t get hit
and lil nesty , you know what i do
can’t stain on this beat so i’mma keep it cool
it’s a lie i can’t {?} on this track
just know that we winning, you can check the stats
and bando got hit that’s facts
i’mma leave it like that, it’s the end of the track, like
grra, i’mma leave it like that, it’s the end of this track, like
oh yeah jiggymane got shot by a b*tch
[nytro*active}
n****s be dissing don’t come out west
my n****s head tap don’t hit no chest, like , gang
n**** got hit in his head
why you waste that bread , why you buy that vest
n****s be dissing and geeking
diss c*hii , yeah you know we gon’ bleed him, like
uh , what we did with the thotties
b*tches be suckin and swallowin for molly
give her two bands she gon’ setup a hommie
i had to tell that b*tch don’t call me
don’t do drills , don’t do sh*t slappy , like
b*tches be saying they love me
over my head , man that sh*t way above me
uh, like how imma trust em’
f*ck with the opps i know why she bummin’
played in the middle so gang got to bussin’ ,gang
no you won’t catch me lacking
caught him at the light got left in traffic , uh
only speak on sh*t happened
blitz that n*****, don’t play same {?}
gang told me be cautious
i’m off the henny reminiscing these losses
how in the f*ck is we bosses
all of this street sh*t look what it cost us
we the ones dying , you n****s just watch us
n*****s be hating they still trying to block us
f*ck with the haitians got love from the shottas
b*tch on*line she still tryn’ chase it
i’m in my thoughts, like, look all the time we wasted
all of my memories, gotta erase it
this sh*t dead like i gotta face it
blow a b*tch back out just to escape it
my n****s k!ll sh*t , don’t do waiting
we k!ll time dont do no patience
diss c*hii you gon’ die no debating, gang

- chii wvttz lyrics

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