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week dead (ft. 884phxbia) - sakitaro lyrics

[verse 1: 884phxbia]
this n*gga mad bout a b*tch
i swear that glock finna hit
beam on the glock, bullets come with that muzzle lil b*tch no i’m not finna miss
glock for a opp and a glock for a b*tch
he talking crazy i’m not finna diss
this n*gga talking bout me like a hoe
n*gga you don’t got a d*ck

i’m talking that sh*t n*gga, swear he gone die
chop on the beam, i don’t got to try
this n*gga stupid, he tried to slide
ain’t no witness lil n*gga get shot in the eye
walk with a stick and i don’t got a trip when i shoot at a n*gga he gone get fried
he gone hop in that h*llcat sending bullets at ‘em n*gga you cannot dodge

[verse 2: sakitaro]
choppa start sending bullets you can’t doge n*gga
just want the neck b*tch i ain’t going to prom with ya
talking that sh*t to choppa your gone n*gga
bullеt size so big that it’ll make it look like a bomb hit ya

pull up on your block and wе fold em like origami n*gga
body drop we dip off the block before you even saw me b*tch
you looking forward to involving the cops but you ain’t even know this sh*t
you broke lil b*tch
put 40 on your head that you gone fold cause you a scared lil b*tch
get the fye fye
dumbass really thought i wasn’t bout it cause i’m 5’5
told em we gonna roast him like the chicken up at popeyes
told that n*gga bye bye
put him in the blind spot
got that n*gga dropped off b*tch
y’all hating can’t admit that i gone pop off b*tch
too late yall b*tches just gone see my glock pop b*tch
she ask me for my number that is not your b*tch
you better watch your b*tch
you can’t even dodge this sh*t

[chorus: 884phxbia]
take your block with a cheese grater
and my chops getting hungry i’m not finna eat later
and i just bought a green laser
and in love with that bit on the net you a e*dater
take your block with a cheese grater
and my chops getting hungry i’m not finna eat later
and i just bought a green laser
and in love with that b*tch on the net you a e*dater

[verse 3: 884phxbia]
lil n*gga i be tweaking
caught him lacking on a weekend
they ain’t find his body n*gga he died
last week n*gga he a weak dead
shot in the top then dug out a week head
she had gave me top once she got weak head
if a n*gga want smoke pull up with a chop
we gone fill him right with lead
[verse 4: sakitaro]
they like “taro how do you write like that”
ben bout my franklins key up in the sky like that
i ain’t got patients n*gga we can fight like that
mad cause your b*tch for team man she trifling
up on your block like a gun rage with rifles yeah
shoot at your whip turn that b*tch unicycle yeah
spin out like laundry make him do some cycles yeah
be like “you caught me” n*gga we gone find your ass

flowing for days n*ggas know that i’m like the best
gone get your gang lit up if even try to test
n*gga six body’s six bags
turn this b*tch to six flags
way i turn the scene into a frightening fest
shoot up his sides yeah he gone need a wider vest
feeling like biden i’m gone need to get some rest
cause man i’m tired of these n*ggas think they best
open your mind with this glock one shot to head

- sakitaro lyrics

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