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out of here - f 8 k lyrics

(intro)
give her the d and i’m out ay ay
spin up your block i’m a ay ay
we go to war we stay with the poles
give her the d and i’m out ay ay
spin up your block i’m a ay ay
we go to war we want all the smoke

(verse 1)
gone on the percs when i pull up with tecs
youngins they fools they gon’ put you on a shirt they gon put blast
phrzzy went dumb on this beat
shout the bros they gon k!ll for this sh*t
handle business i could walk on this b*tch
stuck the 40 we known in the streets
if we dont see him we gon shoot up his crib
gang signs we know ain’t crip
we tryna close off your casket
i did a lot, never f*cked with no ratchet
back in the trap with no mattress
flip it and wrap it then serving em addicts
i couldn’t make it to practice
i started rhyming then rapping
i told them dealers don’t send it
i told them hittas to weave it
pulling up dolo i’m with it yeah

(interlude)
back on my bullsh*t for real for real
y’all n*ggas know how i’m coming for real
nocap

(hook)
give her the d*ck and i’m out of there
spin up your block i’m a mile away
blind to this sh*t you can call me ray
shoot up your crib i’ll be back again
we go to war we want all the smoke
we go to war we stay with the poles
yeah yeah
we go to war we want all the smoke
(verse 2)
bring out the choppers we gon air out this b*tch
pull up on n*ggas we moving like meech
back in the trap we be flipping em birds
you n*ggas never was there
young bulls be serving em percs
out here be ducking the feds
i know these b*tches ain’t sh*t
never gon lie on my d*ck
i’m tryna k!ll you by f*cking your friend
girl ain’t different i’m worst than the reat
tryna play me then i’m texting your friend
really i was born with no heart
f*ck up her life, run that sh*t up to the max
only got love for these racks
yeah yeah
only got love for these racks
we out here

- f 8 k lyrics

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