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from the raq - foulout seven lyrics

n*gga know how the f*** we rock man
n*ggas be fakin allat flagging and s***

(gang)

you know how the f*** we rockin
n*ggas might tell, from the 5 to the 12, everytime on baby

(gang,gang)

lil bro nem going for nun
catch my opp you know im bussin
n*gga bout mine ill k!ll my cousin(bow bow)
talk that sh*t but a n*gga won’t touch me(a n*gga won’t touch me)
n*gga never drilled nun (drilled nun)
you ain gon k!ll nun(you ain gon k!ll nun)
popping all them percs f*cked up his brain that boy a real dummy(that boy a real f*ckin crash dummy)
200 in this scat this b*tch on e but this b*tch still running(and this b*tch still going)
i’ll even do my brothers dirty if them boys ever think they gon steal from me(we gon kreep his ass)
i just made some bands off a scam(i just made some racks)
i can’t say too much cause n*ggas going to jail and gettin blamed(on gang)
made 100 with them cards and madе 4 mo just selling grams (still got them racks)
l won’t diss my opps in songs cause crackas b listеning can’t get jammed(man them n*ggas dead b*tches)
gotta keep my 40 clean it ain no way this b*tch gon jam(gotta keep that 40 clean)
you can say what you wan say but ask about me im that man
i still jumpout and drop that man
them broke ass n*ggas know we made bands
truth b told before the opp sh*t all them f*ck n*ggas was our fans(our motherf*ckin fans)
member when i was a jit i was on stupid sh*t
now a n*gga makin all these blues and rock this gucci sh*t(this motherf*ckin gucci)
but b*tch im still a k!ller so dont try me on no goofy sh*t( on no motherf*ckin goofy sh*t)
ever get that f*ck n*gga lo and we gon move em quick(we gon move his ass)
heard yo mans caught a headshot that got my shooter tipped(that got my shooter tipped)
got so many k!llers in my gang theyon know who to fear(they dont know who to fear)
and ever since a n*gga lost big leek boy i just shoot to k!ll

we got ks and we got drums shoot that sh*t up where he staying
we still posted where we from it ain no fakin on this end (it ain no faking on this end n*gga)
them n*ggas dissing us in songs these n*ggas b dying for some fame
h*ll nah this ain no diss but b*tch i still smoke wassaname (i still smoke that n*gga ass)
you ain gon shoot that gun so boy stop flashin that(don’t even post it)
bro just rolled a wood full of that guy you know im matchin that
opps they throwing interceptions me and 7 catchin that
now a n*gga dead for what he said and he can’t rest for that(h*ll nah he ain’t coming back)
might popout in sum expensive shi
h*ll nahh can’t get no birkin b*tch (h*ll nah b*tch)
i been had racks n*ggah since a jhit
bro took his sack come get it b*tch (come get it b*tch)
4 a lil top shotta
h*ll raiser glock popper(glock popper)
bro em be shootin fa fun yall keep postin dem guns dat’ll get ya block shot up(block shot up)
beat a n*gga ass before i run i dont need no gun pops raised a dondada (dondadaaa)
556s to da head they’ll leave a n*gga dead dez b*tches real heart stoppers(real heartstoppers gang)
i dont do dat talkin on da net i dont get into dat(into dat)
catch meh on da block wit them members dont try spinning dat (or we gon knock that b*tch down)
cause when you send them n*ggas this on bro i ain gon send em back(i ain’t gon send them f*cking back)

i ain’t gon send them back
f*ck n*gga i ain’t gon send them back

and thats on gang!

f*ck n*ggas know how we rockin man (on the guys)

from the 5 to the 12 man (f*ck a n*gga)

f*ck the opps man we is the opps (man)
f*ck wrong with n*ggas
(bow bow bow)

let me finish my adlibs

(rest up leeke rest up ackafool) i got more sh*t to say gang f*ck you n*ggas we done gang

- foulout seven lyrics

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