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break it down - rundown 4 lyrics

[intro]
mh, mh, mh
4, rundown 4
this a dead n*gga song
if you ain’t got no getback for yo’ potna, get yo’ b*tch ass on
ay

[chorus]
i just rolled quay ass, got me fried
these n*ggas shootin’ from a far, i’m the type to walkdown with that b*tch and look you in yo’ eyes
we be the clean up crew, clean ht, heard he got caught on the street by surprise
if you ain’t emptied yo’ bl!ck on a mission, then yo’ sh*t took, n*gga, this b*tch mine

[verse 1]
switch on a glock .45 and a 10 millimeter, this b*tch’ll rearrange ya shape
slimey and baby got switches on dracs, come through this b*tch wrong, watch, i take off ya face
say he gon’ rundown, give his ass 4
spinned through the 9, don’t get caught at the storе
n*ggas hit from a gate, know i like to get closе
this a dead n*gga song, where the f*ck teevo
road rage, f*ck, now he dead than a b*tch
duck, you ain’t cover, that’s ass dead as it get
seen he was shook, he was scared than a b*tch
tell n0body move, if he fell, then he hit
i still been spinnin’ on sh*t, n*ggas rappin’ and lyin’
you ain’t been in that car, you ain’t bendin’ no blocks
arp in the glock, that’s like 90 some shots
come correct in this b*tch or a n*gga gon’ die
no kobe, don’t die tryna play in the middle
i just rolled bro dead ass in a swisher
she eat the d*ck first night, don’t kiss her
heard a dumbass n*gga got bucked for his pistol
don’t reach and get shot in yo’ sh*t like he ricky
free lil’ mooda, lil’ dooda ah tell you he busy
ask bro how i ran his ass down with that smith
got a switch on this b*tch, when i shoot, it start glitching
get the pole and i say, “let me see it. that’s mine”
real stick ’em up king, n*ggas knowin’ i’m slime
say i seen ’em, ain’t blow, why the f*ck is he lyin’
quick to hop out the cut, get to slingin’ that iron
arp with a beam, put that b*tch where his head at
heard he dissin’, he laughin’, we gon’ leave his ass dead at
know lil’ say got hit on a l!ck, lil’ dead ass
[?] get to tweakin’, i’m like “where my meds at?”
i don’t smoke 6, but i lied
who the f*ck finna shoot out that whip, better hop out that ride
n*ggas trollin’ all day, they ain’t comin’ outside
must’ve jugged you and sh*t, how yo’ potna ‘nem died
brand new chop, get it hot like the middle of may
send a groupie to f*ck just to see where he stay
brought ’em in, took ’em out, turned his ass to a play
hittin’ this hoe off a perc, make her scream “free dave”
off the love, them n*ggas gon’ die tryna hop down
told the bro “get a g and a vert. take chop out”
h*lla shots in this b*tch, know it look like the chopper house
dissin’ jizzle will make me pop out at yo’ momma house
ran down, send some shots, free block when i spin
two glocks for a chop, don’t get bucked for yo’ gen
told the b*tch, “i’ma p, gotta come with yo’ friend”
f*ck a dead ass n*gga, know you missin’ ya man (uh, uh)
[chorus]
i just rolled quay ass, got me fried (i’m fried)
these n*ggas shootin’ from a far, i’m the type to walkdown (come here) with that b*tch and look you in yo’ eyes (brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
we be the clean up crew, clean ht, heard he got caught on the street by surprise
if you ain’t emptied yo’ bl!ck on a mission, then yo’ sh*t took, n*gga, this b*tch mine

[verse 2]
if the party gon’ start around 6:00, i’ma come around 8:00, see a opp in that hoe, i’ma end it
f*ck dissin’ and goin’ back and forth, just send me a lo’, they gon’ find yo’ ass dead with yo’ glizzy
he dead off the rip tryna run from that switchy
n*ggas claimin’ they demons ’til they get replenished
remembered lil’ bro played dead, now we get up close, empty clips and make sure n*ggas finished
it’s money and murder, this sh*t can get hectic
switch at his car, off top, he wreck it
you clutchin’ for nothing, you n*ggas not steppin’
do ’em bad, put his body in front of the reverend
red beam on the chop but i gave him the blues
i’ma whack him for jizzle, i’m playin’ it cool
when we catch a opp, that sh*t like the lottery, we know for sure n*ggas makin’ the news
smoke a wood, threw up coughin’, lil’ quay ass a fool
he got hit in his chest but he still made the news
tryna brag on that little ass drill, we head tapped (uh), and you know it make f*ck n*ggas move
c5 bend the chop, hit him in his bad eye
lil’ ko a f*g but he still felt that fye
lil’ j tried to run and got hit in his backside
put a switch on the glock, bet the boy think max shot
[outro]
popped his burner like he playing with grease
see his n*ggas learned about playing with me
chop big, i might shoot the b*tch down on one knee
nickname “vlone” ’cause his face on a tee
long live jizzle

- rundown 4 lyrics

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