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sliding tonight - hitemupty lyrics

ride through they block and we sliding tonight i know that they hiding tonight let’s go
you got a choice you die or you fight and tonight you losing your life oh
buddy said he don’t be shooting them n*ggas he said that it’s fight or a flight oh
buddy was dissing all on the gram but you know we shooting him right oh

pulling up shooting sh*t like we got cameras
we wiping em off we got manners
he gone catch a headshot like he was a banner
we sending that boy to the scanners
we don’t do construction but we all got hammers
we gone check that boy like he grammar
that gun will get let off like it was a spammеr
we robbing that n*gga no scammers
deep in that water i feel likе i’m micheal
i can tell you this pain that i felt
these girls they not falling for me they got belts
guess i gotta go pull em myself
kicking these n*ggas like i was a celt but i need me some warrior help
hop on these beats and i cook that sh*t up
ain’t no rock but they finally smelt

yeah just got off the phone with tyron
shawty i am not lil uzi why you keep calling me myron?
i know that i like to talk a lot but no bae i’m not byron (ain’t no byron saxton)
i say do it and she do it and no i’m not talking simon (ain’t no simon says)
glock got a clip i call it banana i give it to monkeys who curious
i’m going faster then furious
d*mn i’m jelrious
not what’s it supposed to be spurious
i got that tec it hit him it’s leaving him wet
like nike we put him in check
i feel i’m the best been running these beats no arrest
they eat it i make em digest
i make em digest if i do not nut her on breast
she screaming my name out in s*x
not leaving her stressed
she gone send her group chat a text she gone say that tyler the best
my d*ck got her pressed
and she got her hands on my chest
my d*ck it got shawty obsessed
man shawty a pest
i hit it i put her to rest
then uber her tell her be blessed (yeah)
uh ima send her in a uber
how you wanna be a rapper but you supposed to be the shooter
man i know he not a gangster he just type on his computer
choppa hit him they don’t know who did it they say who no hooters
ty?
my n*gga jamillaquan
you gotta sit through a minute thirty five a voicemail just to get to this point
you still did it through my n*gga like what you mean?
i deserve a cookie a congratulations or something
man whatever man back to the song

- hitemupty lyrics

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