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woulda coulda shoulda - grindhard e lyrics

[intro]
(that’s all taz can do is fight, he’s a street thug)

[verse 1: grindhard e]
with this— alright
with this 17, let off two shots, you hear wop, wop
tryna head tap an opp, i heard he ridin’ in a drop*top
f*ck a trap, i’m out here trappin’ off my phone ’cause the spot hot

[verse 2: mia ghost & grindhard e]
in the striker ridin’ with that yop*yop on an opp block
n*ggas boxed in, i shoot sh*t, n*ggas not opps
smoke him in the whip, we’ll box in they hotbox
we ain’t gotta backdoor, can get in the back door after the knock*knock
i ain’t tryna k!ll him, i might shoot all at his feet and make him hopscotch

[verse 3: mia ghost]
put ’em in a gas tank, we gotta shoot a play on comstock
bro know i’m shootin’ when it’s time, ain’t no—
bro know i’m shootin’ when it’s time, ain’t no shot clocks
we got b*ttons for them glocks and we got chops
b*tch, we ridin’ with them b*tches on a xan’, we got thots
if he runnin’, put some holes in his shoes, now he got crocs
if a n*gga caught his sеlf playin’ with bro, he probably got popped

[verse 4: grindhard rerock]
we park his sh*t with thеm b*ttons, b*tch, we got a lot
tell that lil’ n*gga get his pop, i bet it get him popped
tell that lil’ n*gga send a drop, i bet we spin a block
this chop’ll leave his ass bakin’ even if he akh
them n*ggas said we ain’t on sh*t, then they smokin’ rocks
he wanna wrestle, actin’ c*cky, i’ma smoke the rock
he movin’ loose on the ‘gram, now we know his block
i was little, poppin’ big*ass guns that make your shoulder pop
[verse 5: mia ghost]
before the switches was around, bro was totin’ chops
we’ll get to fl!ckin’ at y’all ass whether y’all pose or not
i mean, we’ll get to fl!ckin’ whether n*ggas got they poles or not
b*tch, i’m on ten, give a f*ck you with your bros or not

[verse 6: grindhard e]
grabbed a small pop, grab— ah, f*ck
grabbed a small pop, poured a deuce of pai, but it look like wock’
bag gone, i bet you wishin’ that you would’ve, should’ve, could’ve copped
smoked a zip and dropped a couple zips, but i ain’t waste a drop

[verse 7: grindhard rerock]
e, what the f*ck you pour up? i can’t taste the pop
put my gun in a n*gga mouth and make him taste the pop
before we hit them n*ggas’ block, we was stakin’ out
get*back ain’t got no date on it, we gon’ wait it out

[verse 8: grindhard e & grindhard rerock]
i be in the hood, still in the trap, but i made it out
ain’t no furniture or power in the crib, look like a vacant house
catch him out of bounds with this bl!ck, he ain’t gon’ take it out
bust a b*tch down and got some head, i heard you ate her out

[verse 9: mia ghost]
he gon’ get his ass chased down for all that chasin’ clout
sh*t gon’ get real, we tryna see what n*ggas fakin’ ’bout
re had pills before the road, brodie made a route
n*ggas better off tail*tuckin’, that’s the safest route

- grindhard e lyrics

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