tension - dev2fwagoo lyrics
(hook) * “tryna clear up the tension, these n*ggas be missin they think that these disses be hittin, they out there sayin me and aj dont listen, beakin codes like a kit*kat, run up in the house get a young n*gga b*tch smacked, they talk all that sh*t, but they can’t get they b*tch back, n*ggas not bout gbg imma tell his ass get back, he just mad cause his girl want a young n*gga d*ck back.”
(verse 1) * “switch the flow, im f*ckin on yo hoe, i pull up to yo do, i shoot yo mama, daddy and bro, where you gotta lay, pull up where you stay, if you say sum wrong imma show you that kay, 50 bullets in the mag ion gotta reload, sent that boy on a mission you know that he sold, put that gun to his face you know he gon fold, like yea he a punk he gon do as he told.”
(verse 2) * “you know he a rat he f*ckin with the bros, i get my own sh*t b*tch no i never stole, put the water in the pot then cook noodles on the stove, imma slime a n*gga out leave a n*gga with a cold, jis nose it be runny, when i shoot my glock he be jumpin like he was bunny, send shots when its dark no never when its sunny, leave him in a tomb imma call him a mummy, put 2 through his head imma call him a dummy, what i gotta be scared for who you got for me, name somebody out here that ain’t runnin, when i pull up on you they say that its stunnin, i pull out that glock and imma get to gunnin, them bullets sound like they some whistles you know they be hummin, silencin on the suppressor no drum in, got 30 on the board like im andre drummond.”
(verse 3) * “roll up on me yea i keep the glock, i dont see no motions all i see is talk, you know that you crazy all you do is stalk, keep playin you finna get outlined with chalk, dont speak on me or my gang, if you do then its smoke we finna brang, if you say sum im sn*tchin that chain, n*ggas be p*ssy won’t say not a thang.”
(hook) * “tryna clear up the tension, these n*ggas be missin, they think that these disses be hittin, they out there sayin me and aj dont listen, but its cool breakin codes like a kit*kat run up in the house get a young n*ggas b*tch smacked, they talkin that junk but they can’t get they b*tch back, n*ggas not bout gbg imma tell his ass get back, he just mad cause his girl want a young n*gga d*ck back.”
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