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pookaville - s5 lyrics

[intro]
(moneybagmont, you making hits)

[verse 1: s5]
your mans died, you still ain’t slide, guess n0body care
on [?] smoking on [?], i think i love it here
[?]
i wonder how you feel, you saw your best friend take his last breath
f*ck ’em, that n*gga dead and gone, he got his ass stretched
caught your mans on [?] street, left him in pookaville
we ain’t shooting [?], we aiming for the k!ll
if it’s beef then it’s beef, come and show me it’s real
“d*mn, web, my homies keep dying,” i know that’s how y’all really feel
he tried to creep inside the bush, he thought this ass was safe
the homie got popped in his face for screaming out [?]k
mix thе pooka with the [?], f*cking up my lungs
[verse 2: r3 da chilliman]
glock 19 with thirty*one, it’s by my waist
free my crip that’s doing life, wе smoking [?]
f*ck a stash, this big ass chopper by my thigh
.223s for any n*gga that’s 225s
ain’t gotta ask where i’m from, enemies know i’m a famous crip
and your brother act tough, catch a case and n*gga gon’ snitch
your homie’d still be alive if you used your pipe
you watched him get his face took, that’s a scary sight
only two things i chase, that’s money and opps
only two things they heard was ar, pistols and glocks
[?] was tryna explain to my [?] that’s not his hood
[?], free [?]

[verse 3: s5]
for real, for real, how you [?]
had [?] running through the mall, he should’ve kept a gun with him
glock 26 [?], now we smoking him
pooka sister died last month, we smoking on that b*tch too
you wanna get disrespectful, let’s get disrespectful
the only way you can see your friends if you brought a shovel
ayy, [?]
creeping through they block, tryna beat the clock, we got glock with switches
how y’all acting like y’all scored? y’all k!lled [?]
me and [?] was gang sliding with [?], whole night we was tripping
broad day, crack on any opp, they ain’t tough as they seem
he held his hand when he was bleeding out, he couldn’t even breathe (moneybagmont, you making hits)
[verse 4: r3 da chilliman]
they know us for bouncing out of foreigns with blowers in it
they know them for driving ’99s with the doors dented
call him paul walker, [?], he crashed out
lil larry said he done banging, he a dad now
how is that a hood if that clique has zero bodies?
i’m sticked up, r3 gretzky play hockey
[?] in the dog pound with some real demons
your homie gone, closed casket, you couldn’t see him

[outro: s5 & r3 da chilliman]
all y’all new recruits came from victorville
we smoking dead opps, welcome to pookaville
catch me at the graveyard, that’s a pooka field
them n*ggas popping fake 30s, we call them pooka pills (moneybagmont, you making hits)
we don’t call that zaza, we call that pooka k!ll
if [?] sliding up the score, that’s a pooka drill
don’t get caught out of bounds, heard that got pooka k!lled
slide through the opps, take a n*gga to pookaville
yeah, man, [?]
f*ck all the opps, we smoking on them, f*ck pooka, f*ck [?] and all that, man
[?], man
yeah, long live the guys, free the guys, man
yeah, b*tch
[?]
man, free the real, keep the rest in
ayy, f*ck [?]
the last n*gga came in here got [?] and [?] put on him, ayy, [?]
he said, “last n*gga came in here got [?] and [?] put on him”

- s5 lyrics

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