4th of july - its2ezzy lyrics
[intro: sportvvs]
uh*huh, uh*huh
uh*huh, uh*huh
yeah (2ezzy on some other sh*t)
[chorus: sportvvs]
rock out a chrome heart, and i buy chrome heart
this glock on me, you know that it’s all bite, it won’t bark
like it’s 4th of july, if he run up, yeah, we gon’ spark
this still part of my start, when i tell y’all ’bout the long part
no, you cannot humble me
i’m so f*cking high, i be up there with the bumblebees
i just chop the opposition up like [i went number three?]
i can’t f*ck with n*ggas, they my sons, these boys be under me
you be running up your word, please run up your currency
[verse 1: sportvvs]
i stand on my toes
he wanna match my clothes
riding through the 6 like drakе
it was just me and all my woes
i was just rocking out that laptop, now i’m rocking out the shows
and i do what i do, so i do not got no timе for trolls
got shot ’cause he think that he tough
i got money but it’s not enough
say he shooting but we know he bluff
this not love, girl, you know it’s l*st
i just been smoking on the finest gas, why that boy smoking on huff?
and i gotta keep that gat here right beside me, ’cause i can’t trust
[verse 2: surge]
no, i ain’t trusting n0body, baby, thought that you was the one
she know i ride with the k!llers, we keeping a whole lot of guns
say she just wanna get that money and whole lotta funds
hit the scene in a srt, let’s have us a whole lot of fun
n*gga serving the chickens like popeyes
i wasn’t much of a prop guy
no, we ain’t playing, no prop, guy
boy, we been on this sh*t [?]
get that b*tch popping like 4th of july
i’m with the gang, send that boy to the sky
i don’t know why they tryna smoke, like get high
run up on me then he die if he try
he tryna run up a [?]
that n*gga broke, he ain’t pay the whole fit
f*cking this ho and i’m feeling the [?]
[?]
baby, don’t know what you saying to me
all hoes coming in, a to z
b*tch, i get cold like it’s eight degrees
why these n*ggas so fake to me
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[chorus: sportvvs]
rock out a chrome heart, and i buy chrome heart
this glock on me, you know that it’s all bite, it won’t bark
like it’s 4th of july, if he run up, yeah, we gon’ spark
this still part of my start, when i tell y’all ’bout the long part
no, you cannot humble me
i’m so f*cking high, i be up there with the bumblebees
i just chop the opposition up like [i went number three?]
i can’t f*ck with n*ggas, they my sons, these boys be under me
you be running up your word, please run up your currency
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