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therapy - gangsta re lyrics

therapy lyrics
[verse]
two drillers on a ride and we’ve both got glocks
two bags filled with sweets like a corner shop
too hot for a gun so i poked him up
move my hand back and forth like my seat belt stopped
n*ggas can’t chat for me cause my aim is nuts
feel like a bartender when i’m serving shots
i’ll facetime a n*gga, let him talk to god
when i leave the scene feds come and tape it up
cutting through the ends, dinger rs6
what’s the point coming round if you shoot and miss?
i’ve got a retta 9m with a ruler clip
my nine’s like a hairdressеr, it removes your wig
no one knows you pr*ck, what thе f*ck you did?
i shot a man in ‘010, i ain’t new to this
i’ve got beef with old friends that i grew up with
i need to smoke them n*ggas, where’s that riz and chip?

[hook]
i think i need therapy
cause i love shooting n*ggas, god help me please
a mask and a gun is all i need
i think i need to build my own cemetery
i think i need therapy
cause i love shooting n*ggas, god help me please
a mask and a gun is all i need
i think i need to build my own cemetery
[verse 2]
gangsta re, yeah i’ve been that n*gga
shoot your liver, when i walk past they shiver
cause they know that i’m dangerous, i’ll shoot where your face is
my nine milli’s racist, hates black faces
your body’s in the morgue, i don’t know where your face is
probably on the curb cause the punk gives facelifts
i don’t know you fam
when i let off the pump, let it spread like jam
when it’s on the hood’s hot like a frying pan
taliban, tec from amsterdam
i’ma hold the middle man, that’s my business plan
make him take me to the yute with the k!ller grams
we’re on road, hard on instagram
when it’s beef i buss quick, one minute man
i had my .38 spinning like a ceiling fan
my heart’s colder than ice from johnny dang

[hook]
i think i need therapy
cause i love shooting n*ggas, god help me please
a mask and a gun is all i need
i think i need to build my own cemetery
i think i need therapy
cause i love shooting n*ggas, god help me please
a mask and a gun is all i need
i think i need to build my own cemetery
[verse 3]
one chance, i’ll k!ll your whole family
are you strapped with the mac bro? yes indeed
when it’s on, give me beef with some extra grease
i’ll blow the whistle on the spot like a penalty
you’ve got beef in jail, you’re riding voluntary?
that’s why you little pr*cks don’t worry me
re is a g, it ain’t hard to see
i’ll clap it in your chest, make it hard to breathe
f*ck going therapy
re, i’m gonnak!ll all my enemies
i just bought a new glock with some extra t**th
shooting an opp is better than therapy
f*ck going therapy
re, i’m gonnak!ll all my enemies
i just bought a new glock with some extra t**th
shooting an opp is better than therapy

- gangsta re lyrics

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