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structure up - mori briscoe lyrics

(chorus)
trigger finger itchin’, i’m feenin’ to clip him
i spot him, i ain’t leavin’ witnesses
told these n*ggas i ain’t with that chit chat
they like “mori stop makin’ them diss tracks”
clip him, then we dippin, no time for defending
i hang with them k!llers and menaces
i up it, that bl!cky gon’ cl!ck clack, like a frontal, i’m pushin his wig back
trigger finger itchin’, i’m feenin’ to clip him
i spot him, i ain’t leavin’ witnesses
told these n*ggas i ain’t with that chit chat
they like “mori stop makin’ them diss tracks”
clip him, then we dippin, no time for defending
i hang with them k!llers and menaces
i up it, that bl!cky gon’ cl!ck clack, like a frontal, i’m pushin his wig back

(verse 1)
i said i was done with the diss tracks, but these n*ggas keep mention the gang
i don’t want your treesh, take your b*tch back, and she was only good for the brain
how your homie get clapped in the store, and you ain’t do nothin’ at all?
got new glizzys, we spinnin’ with four, spot a opp and we lettin’ it off
how you say you not gdk, now you gdk, how the f*ck is you droppin’ rakes?
i could care less either way, cause i’m ebk, get that [?] sh*t out my face
hollow tips in the .38, it don’t leave a trace, des on me i do the race
bullets sparkin’, it heat his face
come from different ways, run ricky he hoppin’ gates
and no i don’t understand, how they runnin’ from camera mans, but these n*ggas is tough
my glizzy never jam, double tap it like instagram, n*ggas know i don’t bluff
say you spinnin’, boy never that
since these n*ggas like sendin’ shots, then we send it back
said he slidin’, boy never that
f*ck all the opps, man them n*ggas ain’t gettin’ back
tell them n*ggas to stop it, structure up
spinnin’ fields, man them n*ggas not tough enough
you a target, and vick is not one of us
spin through, hop out, we gon’ done him up
you could get laid down just for runnin’ up
n*ggas droppin’ the rakes, are they dumb or what?
not a boxer, i don’t wanna knuckle up
if i don’t got the knocks, we gon’ f*ck him up
(chorus)
trigger finger itchin’, i’m feenin’ to clip him
i spot him, i ain’t leavin’ witnesses
told these n*ggas i ain’t with that chit chat
they like “mori stop makin’ them diss tracks”
clip him, then we dippin, no time for defending
i hang with them k!llers and menaces
i up it, that bl!cky gon’ cl!ck clack, like a frontal, i’m pushin his wig back
trigger finger itchin’, i’m feenin’ to clip him
i spot him, i ain’t leavin’ witnesses
told these n*ggas i ain’t with that chit chat
they like “mori stop makin’ them diss tracks”
clip him, then we dippin, no time for defending
i hang with them k!llers and menaces
i up it, that bl!cky gon’ cl!ck clack, like a frontal, i’m pushin his wig back

(glizzyglo)

(gang gang, n*gga, what look, gang gang gang, n*gga, uh huh, bow bow bow, let me talk to em’)

ain’t no waitin’, we make you stay in your crib like you out on probation
ain’t no waitin, bet them bullets gon’ flock, hit his top, then i’m out on vacation
situations, when that drake 57 start blowin’, your home a new vacant
cause my n*ggas double tappin’, that’s another victim
if you jackin’ structure, you get boomed
cause my n*ggas spot it, hit em’, that’s another victim
i’m the only [?] a tool
cause my n*ggas not with the chitchat, talkin’ very steady
come get your b*tch back
and no we not into the politickin’, know your time is tickin’ just for walking
my bl!cky don’t ever jam, see this flash on a camera man
but i bet he gon’ run, we blow like a [?], we hop out and sprint [?]
bl!cky go dumb
i rap like a taliban, b*tch i’m countin’ these [?] bands
feelin’ like mouse, and no he don’t understand
i got shooters from out the can, and they totin’ the tool

- mori briscoe lyrics

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