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intro(abyss pt. 4) - five finger posse lyrics

[intro]
(black money boyz deathrow, f*ck n*gga)
(evil)

[verse 1: yung mojo & sub9k]
i’m [?] now (ha)
you talk down on gang, get punched like a phone dial (grrah)
on stage and i’m going wild (going wild)
we all in the city, it’s litty, you know the vibes
n*ggas dripping, it’s no surprise (drip)
smoking on skittles, my n*gga, we really high (gas, gas)
and the circle is really five (five)
sub in the back with the k, don’t forget the 9 (subzilla)
eat the beat like it’s dinner time
olympics, my n*gga, we crossing the finish line (yeah)
talking sh*t then we bend his block
just a snapple, my n*gga, we spin his top
n*ggas in the beginner’s line
i’m smoking the pound [?] rolling up [?]
[?] keep a mop
shots to your body, it make your d*mn breathing hard (grrah)
baby girl, come and see the god (yeah)
she all on my d*ck, she sucking [?]
[?] i don’t need a [?]
these n*ggas be hot but scared when the heat is on
if you need me i’m chiefing strong (ah)
[?] you don’t know i don’t need a bong
toe to toe, put your sneakers on (yeah)
5th season, hear the tone of the reaper call (ayy, uh, yeah)
[verse 2: sub9k]
shawty know me, i always chirp
lil’ brodie got all this work
hi*c and xans on her shirt
f*cked the b*tch ’cause she called me first
no, it’s not a throwback, uh
i be counting old racks
shawty wanna f*ck me now ’cause these n*ggas taking old swag
n*ggas ’bout to catch three now ’cause they hating on a old track
nightcrawler all black (crawler)
chirp her, never call back (h*llo?)
kicking like it’s bruce lee (woo)
kicking like i’m chun*li, uh (chun*li)
said he hating on me now but i saw this n*gga, who he?

[verse 3: alvin abyss]
ha, [?] b*tch, we hitting them l!cks (what?)
i’m eating real good, my pockets, they thick
he looking real bummy, his pockets so [?]
roll up a ‘wood, it’s thick like a blimp
hang with gorillas like i was a chimp
d*mn, alvin, you stay with the drip
designer stepping, got blood on my kicks
best friend, my hood witch, she slitting her wrist
i cast a spell, she bring me the [?] (what?)
pull up in the wraith, it’s stars in the roof (skrrt)
pop me a pill, just walked on the moon (skrrt)
these n*ggas is goofy, they so looney tune (yeah)
this glocky gon’ sing with no auto*tune
i got the sauce, i got the juice
circle five, i’m in the field with my troops (five)
if you [?] (five, five)
[?] (five, ayy)
[verse 4: 1990morgue]
i’m on the block and i watch for the jakes (f*ck the law)
n*ggas ain’t thorough, these n*ggas is fake
calling me betty, i’m getting the cake
i cannot farm but i stay with a rake
say that you trapping, then show me a [?]
pack*pack in the air, it never [?] (never)
glock 23 for the n*ggas who take
i need me a b*tch with a house and a lake
mama said she don’t like the trapping
mama, i’m sorry but i gotta stack it (i gotta stack it)
smoking gelato, you know it’s a habit
good gas turn me to a addict
[?], yeah, this sh*t like a rabbit
grab the scale, then you know i’ma bag it
fat ass, yeah, she eating the cabbage
[?], hit the gas, i’ma drag it

- five finger posse lyrics

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