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777 - rxt lyrics

[intro: ajnastarz & yung lost]
what the f-ck that n-gga walking on water
and they say jesus could do that
jesus could never
i think it’s recording
i know, it starts when [?]

[verse 1: ajnastarz]
hi point, lil eat ya chest up
yeah, bless up
i ain’t bring the glock
but i snuck it to confession
get caught, i ain’t tellin’ on the next one
slide off a perc
what i did, ain’t no guessin’
got good prada with the bape
yeah, we dressin’
pull up to the party
took yo girl and her best friend
yee, cotton candy faygo in my cup
mix it up, double cup
yeah, same old sh-t
tryna blow up, good luck
n-ggas suck
ben frank on me n-gga
‘cause i gotta keep it buck
ran off on the plug
half pound on me
if he talkin’, catch a slug
that rounds on me, made a play now give it up
i’m ballin’, hit the 3 cause i gotta clutch it up
like the 9 on me, shooters boutta wet you up
gas tank on e, good liquor in my cup
hennessey
sip syrup when i’m getting booted up
when i pull up with the gang
everybody better duck
boutta be a murder scene
k!ll ‘em all, burn ‘em up
big dog, lil cat, you a p-ssy
ruling sh-t, amaterasu
want the smoke
lil b-tch i got 2
dracos shootin’ at right through
you’ll get karate chop like it’s kung fu
eat these bullets up like it’s tofu
chakra flow, 8 points all through me
oh my god, she suck me up just like a smoothie
pull up with the uzi
or the mac, on attack
if a n-gga try running
c-ck it back
shoot his back
never lack
if you ask what i’m smokin’
good pack, good percs
and i’m running up a sack
‘till my f-ckin’ feet hurt
yeah i’m creepin’ in the cut
you know it’s a scary sight
like a n-gga off crack
imma hit her with the pipe
like we playin call of duty
p-ssy boy, gettin’ sniped
and we slide in the night

[verse 2: rxt]
yeah, yeah, yeah
we slide in the night
he keep a mac and
i keep me a knife
p-ssy boy got a problem
guarantee we gonna pop ‘em
then i’m f-ckin on his girlfriend
then i’m pipin’ on his wife
none of this sh-t is new to me
who is he
boutta get beat so brutally
stupidly
boutta get hurt
f-ckin lay ‘em in the dirt
now who’s up first to speak a f-ckin’ eulogy
xanny got the mac
rxt got a strap
if you f-ckin’ with gang, then we put you on yo back
know we’re gonna rumble
when i’m hittin’ my attack
get dropped like a fumble
quarterback, you get sacked
you don’t wanna play
so you better get away
‘fore i 36 headshot you
like i’m faze
yeah i keep a barrett
i ain’t talkin’ ‘bout wade
but i’m on my deathstroke sh-t
call me slade

aye, aye, aye

call me slade
wilson
i k!ll, son
rumpelstiltskin
let’s make a deal
got a villain in the buildin’
i’m in the hilton
f-ckin’ on a hilton
chance of beating me is like
one to a million
tick tock
got six shots
at ya tip top
gas in the pack
that’s loud in a ziplock
p-ssed off
swear ugly b-tches make my d-ck soft
next one to play me
boutta put ‘em in a chinlock
wristlock
i’m be goin up
like it’s liftoff
working till i’m tired
man, i needa hit the pit stop

- rxt lyrics

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