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we bout (feat. omega & fhayze) - renegade gutta, gradea lyrics

i pull up with two glocks, kick yo door, we don’t knock
got that sweeper, don’t get mopped
where yo stash, what you got
you lil hoe gave the drop
where the gas, where the rock
found it all, now you popped
these n-ggas know what we bout
i pull up with two glocks, kick yo door, we don’t knock
got that sweeper, don’t get mopped
where yo stash, what you got
you lil hoe gave the drop
where the gas, where the rock
found it all, now you popped
these n-ggas know what we bout

aye
when im slide i don’t really wanna talk
in my mind im big like hawk
i been riding all alone on the north
two glocks, both nines trynna find me a dope boy
b-tch just hit my line, say she know one
he a b-tch and he ain’t got no gun
to me that sound like no fun
she want the d-ck , but i know the hoe goin run
im a kick a n-gga door like it’s zone hine
take his p’s and then get so high
throw p’s on the real life know why
on god i don’t tell no lie
renegade til i die
mafia by my side
probably seek, never hide
always geekin’ out my mind

i pull up with two glocks
kick yo door, we don’t knock
got that sweeper, don’t get mopped
where yo stash, what you got
you lil hoe gave the drop
where the gas, where the rock
found it all, now you popped
these n-ggas know what we bout
i pull up with two glocks
kick yo door, we don’t knock
got that sweeper, don’t get mopped
where yo stash, what you got
you lil hoe gave the drop
where the gas, where the rock
found it all, now you popped
these n-ggas know what we bout

im down bad i need it all
i though about robbing my dawg
my uncle talking on my phone
trying a n-gga like im soft
our relation done fell off
i told that n-gga i kick doors
you can ask around the city, i ain’t never been no hoe
dirty game, its cut throat
f-ck the laws, i want four five
five one twenty five
and imma always stand ten toes
i know you plot on the low, you spread the word to ya woes
say when you see lil meezy
aye give him nothing but smoke
so you want friends like you got it
you master p bout it bout it
until them young n-ggas rob you
i know my n-ggas won’t flop
when we ride out on the opp
i might come through in the drop
n-gga hanging out catching bodies
aye free capo we stay mobbin’

- renegade gutta gradea lyrics

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