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blast - gucciak47s lyrics

all my shooters will blast for me
drop 100 on your head they get on your ass for me
saying you rich thats blasphemy
when my shooters pull up its a catastrophe
bullets hit, bullets blast
bullets like a sword they slash
shooters gon get on your ass
we drift the srt then we crash

new ap drip like a spout
all these b*tches got no drip like they in a drout
boy named toxics kid dissing for clout
i buy the store dont care the amount
saying you rich i dont know what thats about
saying i’m trash but we throwing you out
saying you can rap i got some doubts
he got shot he tried to shout
i’m a big fish he a trout
its time to show the opps what we bout
thats my dawg but hе dont got a snout
no need to pout
i’m the shooter and the drivеr because i know the route
going in his block throughout
scope out the scene like a scout
yea he is dissing for clout
we gonna pop out like a sprout
all my shooters will blast for me
drop 100 on your head they get on your ass for me
saying you rich thats blasphemy
when my shooters pull up its a catastrophe
bullets hit, bullets blast
bullets like a sword they slash
shooters gon get on your ass
we drift the srt then we crash

we gonna pop out toting bangers
private jet in the hangar
4kt on the banner
million dollar villa f*ck a manor
put slide on the opps on the planner
that p*ssy made a diss telling me mind my manners
sneak the guns through the scanner
b*tches fill me with anger
only wear clothes once no need for hangers
better be a good gun unjammer
how you got good aim but can’t fix your grammar
bullets hit your bladder
i’m so high like a ladder
walk through tsa with a hammer
i got cash but i’m not a banker
yall microphones rusty like mater
stab him with a dagger
thats what he gets for the chatter
bullets fry him with no batter
b*tch say she love me it dont matter
b*tch say she love me i’m not flattered
he’s trash we throw him out like a wrapper
i can’t even hear what you say how are you a rapper
all he does is diss in a discord call how are you a trapper
saying you are a hacker
i ain’t scared we can make your windows shatter
we can open your skull like a cracker
gucci pulled up tell that to the dispatcher
we stalk him but we ain’t have no trackers
make his momma sadder
we k!lled his brother cousin homie he ain’t no get backer
your b*tch say i got swagger
she say i’m dapper
and she noticed you got fatter
my t*shirt say thrasher
they got me mad like a hatter
give five a gun now he a clapper
all my shooters will blast for me
drop 100 on your head they get on your ass for me
saying you rich thats blasphemy
when my shooters pull up its a catastrophe
bullets hit, bullets blast
bullets like a sword they slash
shooters gon get on your ass
we drift the srt then we crash

we putting 220 on the dash
yea we push the whip to the max
i got a whole lotta cash
its all in the bank like a stash
i run it up quick like the flash
my burner turn them to ash
they reaching out like they back itching they must got a rash
when your and my gang clash
we get to dumping bullets like its the trash
the bullets rain and when they hit you they splash
when i pull up all my shooters blast
pull up at the party they had a bash
left the party i had a blast
i heard your b*tch wanna smash
thrasher tee but i dont wanna thrash
in my hood we taking a tax
dont try to sell your crack
last p*ssy boy wanted his money back
thats when the whole gang attacks
show up nike tech fleeces all black
we ain’t the mafia but we tie him to the tracks
tell him to relax
they copying no fax
tell youngin we spitting fax
bullets hit his back
chop like an axe
roll them b*tches into packs
take your b*tch to saks
she wanna look at my plaques
she see my pockets she know i got racks
she wanna eat me she call me a snack
i bet she will set you up so dont slack
she wanna blow me like a sax
we step on the scene with macs
all my bullets impact
we dont miss so dont talk smack
we teaching you get back to class
money i got a mass
fill up the lambo spend hundreds on gas
told him catch the bullet its an easy pass
bullet hit his windshield thats broken glass
he ran into a backyard blood on the grass
your jewelry looks like brass
i make bullets rain check the forecast
all my shooters will blast for me
drop 100 on your head they get on your ass for me
saying you rich thats blasphemy
when my shooters pull up its a catastrophe
bullets hit, bullets blast
bullets like a sword they slash
shooters gon get on your ass
we drift the srt then we crash

- gucciak47s lyrics

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