computer murderers - fbg cash lyrics
[intro]
yeah, yeah (glockley)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
gang*gang since potty train the campaign, duck the world, b*tch
[verse]
check on your cousin, i forgot his ass was dead (he head)
foenem filled his ass with lead (grrah), i bet they ain’t forget the head (grrah)
i’ma say some sh*t that n*ggas ain’t gon’ say because they scared (okay)
heard the body when you hurt somebody, remix back again (baow, baow, baow, baow)
how you vouchin’ for somebody that ain’t got no bodies yet? (no, no)
when von got his ass clapped, you had us thinkin’ he was stretched (no, no, no)
but he didn’t tell the truth, my n*gga, you weren’t tryna spin (no)
all you did was delete your page and turn your sh*t back on again (yeah, man, what?)
now this sh*t back on again, we don’t condone in him (no, no)
how you gon’ send that lil’ n*gga to shoot if he don’t get up on the rim? (yeah)
ain’t sh*t talkin’ to muscle, get up on him, baow, end of discussion (grrah)
they ain’t tryna worry about the wheelchair, that n*gga got a concussion (grrah)
bullet holes, gushin’ (baow), ak, rushin’ (baow)
they pullin’ up with dracos whenever i say so, bustin’ (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
if there’s a time again, he mention my name, we slimin’ him
he can run anywhere in the world, but if he get caught, they ain’t findin’ him (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[?] what it cost to get put on a shirt (baow)
these n*ggas rappin’ that ha*ha sh*t until they get put in the he*rs* (ha*ha)
these n*ggas dyin’ they hair all colors, might as well put on a skirt (p*ssy ass)
these n*ggas actin’ like want it with them, but cash gon’ get at ’em first (yeah, yeah, yeah)
yeah, lamron, better tell foenem to blam somethin’ (grrah)
i don’t see any n*gga in your crew f*ckin’ with me, r.i.p. grandson, he got an and one (no, no)
ooh, that n*gga died, what a fluke (d*mn)
how you was twenty deep in atlanta streets and n0body’ll shoot? ooh (baow, baow, baow)
fall back, my shooters really on all that (yeah)
think it’s a game ’til n*ggas get changed, we knock the v off of v. roy ball cap (d*mn, d*mn)
then we gon’ aim for his neck, glock got switch, so it f*ck up his chest
they playin’ checkers and i’m playin’ chess, checkmate, it’s over, whoever next (yeah)
you n*ggas gotta relax, how you let nuski go die with a strap? (d*mn)
they caught that boy with his pants down, phew, and now he a pack (yeah)
how you the voice of anything and you not standin’ on anything? (no, no)
when it’s beef, i’ll still pull up on 87th to get chicken wings, b*tch
i done seen multiple n*ggas go die on a hit (they dead)
i got a brand new draco and, boy, you’ll die if you blitz (grrah)
we got all kind of sh*t, when we shoot, we ain’t tryna miss (grrah)
i ain’t got no leg for the bullsh*t, i ain’t tryna kick, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
[outro]
ha*ha*ha*ha
gang*gang since potty train the campaign, duck the world, forever fats
you know how the f*ck we comin’
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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