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come hoop - fwc big key & 392 lil head lyrics

[intro]
(sh*t, what up, kaio? this beat hard as h*ll)
(floaty, turn that sh*t up)

[verse 1: fwc big key & 392 lil head]
izzo jog, i’m out the roof when i shoot n*ggas (i’m out the whip)
stop all that dissin’ in them songs, come and hoop with us (come hoop)
she wanna f*ck us all, i just sent that b*tch a group picture (belt gang)
whole gang got a deal, you don’t know who richer (we all up)
i’m up three hundred, n*gga, what the f*ck is eighty bands? (huh?)
just blew down on an opp and i’m with baby head
n*gga, catch a hat for the gang if you say we mans
another opp just got smoked, that sh*t made me—
you better think about your life before you troll me
finna take a n*gga kit, we call them b*tches trophies (we got a lot)
my nephew graduate this year, he get a rollie (what up, neph’?)
he was a hotboy, we left that n*gga lonely (yop)
huh, yeah, what the f*ck, n*gga?
let me see an opp without a step, he gettin’ stunk, n*gga (no cap)
your mans in the county, ashton kutcher, gettin’ punked, n*gga (he a b*tch)
b*tch, we run the city, get money, and f*ck b*tches
you’ll get bust for real (yeah)
tay b, i’m up for real (yeah)
this sh*t ain’t luck, it’s sk!ll (nope)
another k!ll
i’ll shoot a n*gga face off (no cap)
the chop like a poolstick, n*gga, i’m with 8ball (lil head)
[verse 2: 392 lil head]
yeah, cuz was my mans ’til i ate dog (let me get that)
at the ‘nino, still gon’ shoot a n*gga face off (man, come here)
n*ggas trollin’ on the ‘gram, man, i hate y’all (f*ckin’ lames)
opps was jump out gang, now he can’t jog (he’s paralyzed)
everybody totin’, n*ggas better not try us (at all)
back then, morg used to hoop, now he got five*plus (now he got five hats, n*gga)
opps treat me like a coach, i get ’em fired up (brrt, brrt)
if you want a switch and chain, better sign to us (24)
yeah, we got dirt bikes (yeah), we got atvs (yeah)
me and izzo just turned down a deal with abc
lame trollin’ on the ‘gram, now he can’t see (one eye)
man, my other opp dead, i know he hate me (i swear to god)
i see an opp and we in church, i’ma up on him (no cap)
they scared to tell the fans the score ’cause we up on it (n*gga)
you still shootin’ out the whips, boy, get up on ’em (come here)
me and key hit that b*tch, you put cuffs on it (hah, hah)

[outro: 392 lil head]
n*gga, belt gang
24
yeah
belt gang, yeah
n*gga

- fwc big key 392 lil head lyrics

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