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detriot flow 3 v2 - hitemupty lyrics

uh gang just hit a b*tch in class
shawty 4dg she came around the gang and got passed
hit a n*gga with a double pump and ian talking gas
he thought he was hard so we left em laying in the grass (let’s go)
left em in the grass we done stomped his ass out
i done mad a couple bands i had to go and cash out
every time you in the crib but b*tch we on your ass now
but ain’t no playing with this sh*t we bringing in the bag now (let’s go)
uh gang she really a fiend
hit her with aggression from the bank she say i’m acting mean
shawty p*ssy bald as h*ll man i thought she was mr clean
shawty really goin hit it first link shawty green (on gang)
yeah shawty green but ian chasing you
spent a couple hunnit timе to trap until i make a few
caught em lacking f*ck n*gga outsidе i see the b*tch you
but these n*gga stupid night out with the homies who you running to? (let’s go)
we gone give that p*ssy n*gga shots and ian talking delta
ian taking care of no hoes n*gga ian a shelter
all up in the p*ssy and it’s hot i told her that i felt her
gold all around a n*gga neck but ian a f*cking smelter
pew pew pew that’s the sound of a big glock
put a silencer up on that b*tch and make his heart stop
talking sh*t gone get left at the bottom like a bus stop
and we ain’t talking music when we tell you it’s a new drop (let’s go)

brodie really hogging puff puff pass i told him pass the weed
yeah we really shooters we ain’t boxing we ain’t f*cking creed
i was in the friend zone i got out i gave that hoe my seed
i can hop up on the beat and bark but ian f*cking speed
b*tch i’m not a rapper play with me and i’m gone rap a n*gga
tryna make some money i got different ways to trap a n*gga
30 shots bussing out the glock make sure we clap a n*gga
and you ain’t getting sh*t for free so don’t you ask me for no f*cking picture
how you in the crib at 23 boy where yo car at? (gang, gang)
he was tryna run from us he didn’t get that far yet
bullets hit his face incase he didn’t get that scar yet
got a groupie tryna f*ck me she keep asking where lamar at? (lcf)
i’m just doing this for fun so ain’t no writing sh*t
we gone pull up ight
tell em fight this
glizzy in my pocket look like lizzo cause it’s a big b*tch
b*tch i’m pulling up like tyler herro but this ain’t game 6 yeah we take sticks
i thought he was hard he like a spider talking on the web
gott the p*ssy hiding in the bush i thought his name was jeb (jeb bush)
got me feeling just like lamar i live a rockstar life
i got h*lla hoes ian picking ian tryna wife
i’m a rockstar playing gta and get your car fixed
n*gga called me asking bout a pound he got the whole six
putting names up in my song ain’t what i do cause he a whole b*tch
tried to duck a shot just like the matrix got the whole clip
f*cking on this bad b*tch yeah i think that she a winner
ion gotta look up at no menu bring the chicken tenders
i was f*cking raw from time to time that’s when i put it in her (on god)
half these n*ggas rats and ian talking f*cking master splinter
f*cking on this b*tch and she mad ion give a f*ck
toss it to the back curl up the side and told her suck it up
i done seen a…
d*mn i done f*cked it up
stop tryna act though get out the streets b*tch you ain’t cut enough
hold on gang let me get this verse, where the strippers at
cause everybody wanna be a nurse
ian paying for no p*ssy told lil shawty i’m the clerk
she a thought i was keno she a goofy but i made her work (on her knees)
yeah money green like i’m piccolo
call a b*tch tell her come to the crib and suck this pickle hoe
tryna get a key but i walked in cause this a open door
you n*ggas probably cap bout everything but this sh*t on the floor
d*mn hold on she really a treash
4 headed dog shoutout jai i got her on a leash
she keep calling me a f*cking dog but she giving me treats
ian want the hoe i gave her back cause i kept my receipt
yeah b*tch stop playing you know i’m a dog
ima put this b*tch up in his face even at the mall
n*ggas tryna score without a team you ain’t got a ball
you can catch me with the gang i’m throwing dimes like i’m chris paul
uh gang i’m really having fun
he thought i was tommy cause he seen me with a f*cking gun
ion live in phoenix but i’ll send a p*ssy to the sun
shakari he a track star he saw the glock i made him run
yeah we at the end but this ain’t finish line
gotta keep my verse short cause n*ggas running outta time
n*ggas in the trap squeezing that glock like it’s a limit line
if you play with ty then we gone bust ya head and that’s the last time
she a instagram addict shawty she want more fame
i can’t hang out with no thot i know they want me cause the name (no cap)
took the beam off the glock so i could test my f*cking aim (on gang)
once you die you don’t resp*wn b*tch this is not a game
if you ain’t giving no head then ain’t no coming to the crib
b*tch quit asking to come over you can not know where i live
b*tch i need over a mil don’t try to play me like a kid
i’m not a rapper he was talking all that sh*t one to the rib (b*tch)

- hitemupty lyrics

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