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sirens - pfa leek & ebk freddy lyrics

[intro * pfa leek]
glahhh n*gga, that n*gga top of the shelf, pfa, [?], 816

[verse 1 * pfa leek]
[?]
they been getting the belt, better ask what we did
them n*ggas started the link, cause them n*ggas started needing help
i told bro pass me, (lighter fl!ck*), that n*gga top of the shelf
83 degrees, i got my g on my waist, if it hit you i bet you’ll melt (ah)
like throw the beam on we got em running n*gga
hop out that know how we coming n*gga
brody start hearing sirens, bullets start flying, we tryna up and go gunnin n*gga
g2c make a dvd, 30 stick once i up and start dumpin n*gga
[?] in the spot, i’m tryna*, got a d*ck but she not wit da rumpin n*gga
bullets hit em start dancing like jackson like
she think it’s my*, but i’m packin like
fresh up da 4, they way we threw 4, we was tryna break em like a fraction like
they said i got hit, like just be for real, like n*gga could you just imagine like
and if that day come, i’m hoping out rides, i promise i don’t care for rapping like
they said i’m the voice of this shii, a couple other n*ggas hate
a couple n*ggas that i love i shared my food when i barely even had a plate
like if i said that you my brother you coming up wit me its no reason you could debate
like shout out to rello, he caught a shot to the spine, tryna come thru and [?] (ah ah)
javale got shot and he jack that
like had his g and he ain’t even clap back
kai suvy wanna go on snapchat
like when we see him we pushin his hat back
[?] slap that
you just a kid no i can not attach that
gunna, juju, match that
[?] bdot lil n*gga we scratched that like
[verse 2 * ebk freddy]
tata that boy is not crazy, like i be on court for the sides that you switched on
look how this go, if he spot him a cho, i can merch it that’s word to my dead he get picked on
talkin that tough shii, run into me, i bet 4100 that boy getting fl!cked on
jazzy da g, she be totin da g, get it back to the p’s word to bro wit her breaks on
shii crazy just look what they started n*gga
on that block shootin 3s like i’m harden n*gga
free dot, he gon [?] r*t*rded n*gga
ju in the air, shii smell like he farted n*gga
why the f*ck he gon mentioning mines, n*ggas know what we do
etho never came thru
buddy be rapping, his bro just died, he ain’t think about spinnin or do non new
catch you a hit, just get out of the stu
they left his body twitchin, his skin looking blue
belts to they ass, just talking bout the woos
better ask how we get when my n*ggas come thru
i got shots for them n*ggas that’s jacking you too
30 shots on my hip i’ll be back in a few
i ain’t f*ck wit them g’s that be stackin wit you
he caught 1 to his chest he was lacking wit you
nashon why would you do that?
would’ve been here if you ain’t woo back
opp thot, word to gang she know i shoot that
rello from the raq caught a shot and he flew back (rellooo) (like rello)

- pfa leek ebk freddy lyrics

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