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set it off - marcolen hayes lyrics

(verse 1)

bandana on his face and that glock next to his hip // his boy riding shotgun with a shotgun don’t trip // turn down that music and light up that spliff // dust off his ashtray and burn that little bit // his boy ryder mentioned like where’s that next liq // pick up the homies and see what it is // passing normandy drive sliding down little river // 95 going north we might get there bit quicker // plus the feds always lurking when them lanes you keep switching // we pull up on gotti he ask what the liq read // i say we have a play but one homie we missing // i know who it is but slim know where’s the listing // i’m tired of f*cking being broke and my girl keep on wishing // i’m back duе on rent this is 50 bands one sitting // gotti grabbed his firе it’s what his heart desires // told his sister he ll be right back but she knew he be lying //

(hook)
riding round like 4 deep // riding round like 4 deep // got them shooters on repeat // hit the block n*gga no sleep // we set it off we set it off // we set it off we set it off // i don’t have time if it ain’t about getting it // i don’t have time if it ain’t about //

(verse 2)

north miami is home so we slide up 16 th ave // stopped to get some oes and ryder needed tree wraps // bumped into my ex girl and asked why’d i leave that // remember that b*tch crazy she tried to get me stabbed // jumped back in the whip while one last look at that ass // told gotti to drive kicked my feet up on that dash // we pull up at slim crib he one on one on the parking lot // knock buddy out before we get into that parking spot // he jump in all we can do is laugh a riot // waited for buddy to serve up then didn’t want to buy it // gave slim my heat mentioned where we can meet // jump out on 96 roll up across the street // pointed to the white crib blue windows red door // ryder asking my n*gga how you know that’s for sure // slim f*cking this white girl all about his practice // she was getting f*cked late night here and felt the bands in the mattress //

(verse 3)

we mask up shoes tied and them guns tucked // hoodie on winter gloves are soled sh*t // we walk across gotti jumped on to the balcony // i’m up next ryder’s looking anybody s watching me // him and slim slid a angle and hit the cut // hear broken glass hit the floor and thats our luck // end up opening the sliding door exactly gotti was waiting for // we ransack the crib doubting why we even just came here for // slim said theres twin mattress up in the bas*m*nt // unless the n*gga hated kids i doubt he would place it // to find out cut it up seeing them frankled faces // my eyes gleaming demons on my shoulders keep on speaking // get out the crib and ball out like it’s the weekend // we tally up everyone out the exit they came in // riding off thinking in my head this sh*t was sweet //question is a b*tch would set us up for next week dam //

- marcolen hayes lyrics

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