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not a rapper - greenlightt lyrics

[intro]
(hey dasani)
(drilltime, what you cookin’ up)

[verse 1: jdot breezy]
oh you left a n*gga dead huh that’s what your fans say
if i wasn’t rapping i’ll spin on n*ggas everyday
bust a n*gga in he get up hit up each in every way
he talkin’ bout he gone k!ll me if you love him you gone let him play
i ain’t never lackin’ tho know i keep the [?] ho
how you write that murder sh*t how you bang and you don’t rap bro
bro be in the spotty he be quick to hit a pack ho
opp n*gga talkin’ sh*t, he finna get his ass backdoored
hold up let me crank it up dead opp hit him up
he a b*tch we sticked him up he saw and he b*tched up
clubhouse gangsta hold on wait let me pull up
catch him by hissеlf, and ask that n*gga throw that hood up
we be on your block with them drac’s n*gga good luck
wе gone hit whoever else you with you and it’s two of us
droppin’ out a big body tryna wreck your shooter up
them n*ggas got no aim that’s why he hit this sh*t ain’t new to us

[verse 2: greenlight]
i be spinnin’ blocks boy i know you n*ggas heard of me
spin a n*gga block broad day he gone need surgery
go and post up on that block we get the drop you know we coming trough
petey died mookie died before them n*ggas thought bout coming trough
i be drillin’ sh*t boy my opps ain’t having no fun
in that field it get dangerous my glock boy i’m aiming it
heard they looking for me b*tch i’m posted where them shootas be
you ain’t taking nothing k!ll a n*gga think bout robbing me
bust a n*gga head for that bread go and drill sum
late night sliding me and ku got a glock or 22
we’ve been lurkin’ 6 by 2 tryna catch him at his school
i can’t take these n*ggas serious cause they be talkin’ from the internet
when we run into ‘em they be hiding they ain’t into that
i ain’t sparrin’ sh*t you can get it and your dawg too
heard the last n*gga died for what he said now he ain’t sayin’ nothin’
p*ssy talkin’ out his neck i can tell he ain’t drill none
choppa got a drummer test i’m tryna leave his topless
that n*gga died in the apartments cause that p*ssy couldn’t stop this
bro be in the cut he f*ck sh*t up he tryna blam sum
body after body bro said we boostin’ up the murder rate

- greenlightt lyrics

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