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jumped in - poody gordy lyrics

[intro: bandgang masoe]
eighty racks in all blues, can’t fit in a rubber band
i was skippin’ school, couldn’t stop trappin’ at cuz crib (cypress)
for real
money

[verse 1: bandgang masoe]
eighty racks in all blues, can’t fit in a rubber band (nope)
i was skippin’ school, couldn’t stop trappin’ at cuz crib
n*ggas dyin’ to this day every time i shed a tear
p*ss me off, we come k!ll the whole house except the kids (hitman beatz, you dig?)
we stay wildin’, still wildin’, money pilin’, bodies droppin’
westside terrorist, before twitter, trendin’ topics (uh*huh)
puttin’ mileage on a bad b*tch, look like she from the islands
n*ggas breakin’ codes, g’s move in silencе
lasagna, try it, die before your gun firе (dummy)
lil’ bro the hitman, ain’t gotta pay n0body
if you don’t know somebody i know, you don’t know n0body (lame)
f*cked up every party, we had guns, n*gga, they was floatin’, money

[verse 2: bandgang biggs]
lil’ p*ssy n*gga, you a rookie, n*gga, i’m a bully, n*gga (yeah)
bully n*ggas, i been gettin’ money since a lil’ n*gga
play my role, smoke exotic weed, smell it on my clothes
get you gone like i’m a magician with that magic gold
got a rasta with me, he gon’ box you for me if i tell him get you (come on, man)
hop up out the bentley with the glock and get whoever with you (yeah)
sky the limit, wanna get some money, this sh*t really simple (this sh*t really simple)
tryna run off with the bag, i pop you like a pimple (yeah)
no more mister nice guy, i’m in beast mode, apesh*t (yeah)
so talk to me like you got some sense or get your face ripped (n*gga)
got your b*tch all on her knees, look like she doin’ maintenance
when she suck, i’m cummin’ quick like i ain’t got no patience
[verse 3: shredgang mone]
it’s big unc’ with the drac’ and the glizzy
came from stickin’ n*ggas up, now i break n*ggas’ b*tches
come from a hood with the apes and the gremlins
they don’t like the jack*boys ’cause we take n*ggas’ pendants
like i dry clean, b*tch, i got that iron out
if we get a pin, then you know we go and slide ’bout it
give him a sh*t bag since he got a potty mouth
at least a dollar in the drac’, you see me poppin’ out
shred in the building, n*ggas tuckin’ and they runnin’
stupid b*tch, it’s hard to duck a hundred
when them shots go off, n*ggas droppin’ in abundance
g.i.p., we get it poppin’ in public

[verse 4: ice burgandy]
pull this b*tch right out my pocket how i’m bomin’
walk right down on a n*gga, ain’t no runnin’
you say you wanna be from the hood, you get jumped in
take some lumps, then take this ’round the corner, buss it
if he don’t ride for the set, we won’t trust ’em
god willin’, i’m paid, i’ma come custom
we still get them low grades, but we bust them
put top shelf on the plane, make sure it touch down
my lil’ runt just turned twelve, he a blood now
i love to pop pills, i just hate the bomedown
i was just dumb down, but i’m up now
you know it’s pinkies with the thumb down when i bome around

- poody gordy lyrics

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