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80 shots ii - ethosuave lyrics

[verse 1: ethosuave]
out the whip, i start tossin’, like
maneuver that v, get up off him
flock at the crowd, i show ’em my performance
he too fast on his feet, think i lost him
they ain’t get back ’cause they mans not important, like
did a hit in that fit, i can’t post it
two hands when i cl!ck, b*tch i’m focused
tryna play ball, but they horsin’
i think he hit, hit a strike, knock him down like pins
summer time, to get off the bench
like he got shot, ain’t come outside since
they ain’t up on no score, them n*ggas hittin’ rim
like, please tell them n*ggas stop missin’
on feet, have them n*ggas get missin’
still move wit’ that heat, posted up in the trenches, like
oh she do that hip sh*t
b*tch i hold weight in my hood, planet fitness
like free bro, he won’t speak on that sitch
he alive, but that shot to the head he still feelin’
like red dot, i can’t miss it
i’m wit’ jb, he do it for his triplets
tryna get rich, i’m used to takin’ risks
like if it ain’t mud in the cup, i won’t sip it

[verse 2: chrisbands]
like, job not finished
got knocks, they do not slide wit’ it
so many deads, our opps not winnin’
i won’t get involved if it’s not my business, like
and if them n*ggas dissin’, then it’s gon be non*stop spinnin’
get poked if the knock stop cl!ckin’
f*ck all the opps, they is not really wit’ it
grah
hop out the v red beam on the knock, sh*t look like a laser
we ain’t totin’ no mace, no tasers
game time, ballin’ like the blazers
trailin’ they v ’cause brodie tryna blaze ’em
quickdraw, ain’t wait to trace him
fill him wit’ lead ’cause i’m tryna erase him, like
fast on his feet, he a racer
on that block tryna rip him like paper, like
n*ggas don’t be the same when in person, they only tough on they socials, like
f*ck all the opps, they hurtin’
five gz in the box, t*mobile
scope in the grip ’cause ion’ really see well
why these opp n*ggas movin’ like females?
go on drills by myself, i don’t need help
n*gga died in the whip, shoulda had on his seatbelt
no love to they block, b*tch f*ck ’em
bullets fast, how the f*ck he gon’ duck ’em?
i’m tryna k!ll him, not stun him
before we had knocks we was givin’ concussions
talk on the gang it come wit’ repercussions
said you smokin’ on who? n*gga buggin’, like
we make sh*t hot like an oven
shoutout to boy that got hit in his m*ffin
cl!ckin’ the trigger, ’til the gun jam
clip full, i shoot wit’ one hand
i don’t need two to k!ll ’em, i know one can
did a flip off a bike, he a stuntman
he say he on court like trae, so watch how i send eleven at this young man
no passes, you only get one chance
like, you only get*

- ethosuave lyrics

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