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no fatigue - innfamous speedy lyrics

man its hot up in dese streets but imma get it when its cold
if a n*gga really trippin imma shoot em til he fold
where he be at that confidence n*gga i bring the heat back
imma rapper wit a chance i think im forgetting my 3 hat
aye lil n*gga wat he mad for this draco gotta kickback these bullets kickin yo front door
put a show up for these n*ggas they hatin down from the front row
imma run up wit dat 40 i think im runnin a 44
where yo friend at they plottin on shootin i stg that imma shoot back
makin this music nd if they hate i ain’t gone stand back
this is my mission if he want beef where yo bread at
n*ggas b trippin sayin they wit it dont believe that
u dissin on speedy u bеtter pray kuz imma clap back
n*ggas b shootin nd they b thinkin we won’t bouncе back
grind til we rich yea thas tha fam dont forget that
whoa woah b*tch i go dumb wit it
dumber than nifgaz that do that rappin shii for fun wit it
all of my n*ggas is champs got it out da mud wit it
ordered a tech i think i might juss get a drum wit it
aww d*mn im onna top flow
she suckin da gang go ask ma bros thas juss wat i kno
she strippin for cash i had to tell that ho that im broke
givenchy im drippin no limit sippin onnat good poe
fat woods smokin dat gas i think ima go do the dash
man she shakin that ass she gon really make it clap
they was slidin wit macs so we had to double back
then i put on ma mask i had the 30 on ma lap
buh she say that she wit it so ima hit it frm the back
ima pop out wit uchies n*ggas thinkin that ima pass
i ain’t a worried bout b*tches kus they trippin they in back
always stay wit da gang if we slidin we gettin racks
you can say that all my n*ggas is bangin is that same thang
we the ones that b trippin we sn*tchin yall n*ggas chanins
where yo b*tch she was thinkin bout givin me h*lla brain
issa reall wood business im startin ma campaign
vote for me and i promise that nun gon b the same
they slidin nd actin violent dont worry its juss the gang
move the pack man u trippin im tryin to maintain
got that pack up in my bad im sellin these different strains
ong imma shoot that
she scared of this d*ck buh she gon take that
rockin designer u kno thas big facts
gucci fendi and prada i got that big bag
she gon f*ck on a n*gga she see my wrist froze
ima keep it a hunnid man i got h*lla hoes
buh u say that u want it buh i want h*lla gold
baby i ain’t stressin bout the time no
big facts shootin that 30 got me poppin like i was curry
then i told her dont worry n*ggas gon pull up in a hurry
n*ggas trippin im wit man she suckin i call her kurby
i been drinkin that henny i think my vision gettin blurry
one time for em real n*ggas
i ain’t kappin if they plottin they gon k!ll n*ggas
neva lackin stay in traffic thas a real hitta
if speedy get a bag he gon split wit em

- innfamous speedy lyrics

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