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in the sky - pacman da gunman & yhung t.o. lyrics

we gon slide when we get that drop
smokin on weed trynna ease my mind
missin my n*ggas in the sky
missin my n*ggas in the sky
and we we gon slide when we get that drop
smokin on weed trynna ease my mind
missin my n*ggas in the sky
missin my n*ggas in the sky

put up for my n*ggas dead and gone
ain’t comin outside they be runnin in his home
i know bro go lock a n*gga down
i ain’t gotta question he gon get a n*gga gone

i got the vision in my head
gettin them riches off them meds
run up them digits ( )
she see i’m the realest they be trippin i’m trippin

i switched it up and i went executive yeah
i switched up and i went executive uh

say you want smoke
we ain’t never gone run uh
n*gga want smoke
he don’t even own a gun
we ain’t doing no feds
but we don’t go once
f*ck shooting in the air
bro hit em with the drum
everywhere i go gotta shoot it to me
tell em i trapped a steal semi
tell bro we’re gonna run up a mil quickly
we’ll send em to the sky n*gga don’t temp me

left bitty to but n*gga i ain’t the one
get hit with this once
it’s gone leave a n*ggah done
boy i got my own bread you be getting n*ggas crumbs

n*gga all my shooters fed
i ain’t giving n*ggas crumbs
i die for this chain on my neck
and my respect
and i’m on they neck
and i’m on a jet
how you say it’s trippy
we ain’t never met
let a n*gga try it
he gone meet his death
man this sh*t get real
and i’m in the field
even when i’m not
i got the gl!cky on me still
don’t make me have to up
and leave a stupid n*gga still
and these vvs’s in my m*th*f*ckin grill
we gon slide when we get that drop
smokin on weed trynna ease my mind
missin my n*ggas in the sky
missin my n*ggas in the sky
and we we gon slide when we get that drop
smokin on weed trynna ease my mind
missin my n*ggas in the sky
missin my n*ggas in the sky

put up for my n*ggas dead and gone
ain’t comin outside they be runnin in his home
i know bro go lock a n*gga down
i ain’t gotta question he gon get a n*gga gone

i got the vision in my head
gettin them riches off them meds
run up them digits ( )
she see i’m the realest they be trippin i’m trippin

k!ll sh*t for my dawg n*gga
tattoos for these scars n*gga
milk sh*t out these cars n*gga
no white flags in my war n*gga

when it’s on and crackin
no peace treaty
and i’m cool with that cause i’m knee deep
either me or you talking six feet
this the art of war that’s how it gotta be
he’d k!ll for me
i’d k!ll for him
them other n*ggas
we ain’t sparing them
did everything we suppose to do
if i rap about it then you know it’s true

would of took a life
would of saved his soul
we ain’t tuck a tail
when the beef was on
f*ck n*ggas that ain’t thuggin with us
gotta pray for em cause we’ll probably k!ll em

ain’t no love in this
ain’t no trust in this
all my n*ggas really shed blood for this
make bail for this
goin to h*ll for this
either real or fake
you can tell in this
my temper short
and my money long
and my gun big
and i’m dangerous
you cross the line
and i’m k!llin n*ggah
don’t give a f*ck about being famous

put up for my n*ggas dead and gone
ain’t comin outside
they be runnin in his home
i know bro go lock a n*gga down
i ain’t gotta question
he gon get a n*gga gone

i got the vision in my head
gettin them riches off them meds
run up them digits ( )
she see i’m the realest they be trippin i’m trippin

- pacman da gunman yhung t o lyrics

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