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fuck rap - screwly g lyrics

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pass me that glock right there

uh*uh not the regular one the one right there with the b*tton on it

these n*ggas mad i rap ride with a ap not with 100 some shots n’ this b*tch got a shoulder strap i ain’t ever been friendly i dont f*ck with these n*ggas tell n*ggas they can keep that dap n*ggas be dissing in song they know its on dont tell when a n*gga get clapped uh

i lock the window grrrah n*gga we send sh*t up to casper but n*gga i ain’t sign no deal f*ck rap im still in the field with the gang gettin active spinnin the hobby for bullets on bodies these n*gga think im a regular rapper i heard a opp n*gga died who dissin on me rolled him up now filled with laughter

if we can’t find that low or get that call then f*ck it we jus’ gon’ hunt i can’t bring my bl!ck inside this b*tch then f*ck it i ain’t gonna come last n*gga ran so fast we got on his ass i thought we was chasing gump dont get caught at the store when you know that the smoke leave a n*gga right by the pump

pull up and creep i ain’t making no tweets thought i was drake, walk up and dump blow out his mind check channel 9 watchin the news they said he was slump these n*ggas know it was me who doin them drills they tell imma go on the run i done last count of them drills how many of them n*ggas hit i dont know its a ton

bro on a dead (?) k!llin’ them then they walk it back til its done f*cked up in the head started k!llin’ for fun took a break from the rap got my money and guns we hit the blocks send shots they run pay me up front i ain’t doing no fronts need more than 30 pop up with a drum opps outside told em’ boys here we come

i lock the window grrrah think im lyin’ n*gga jus’ go ask em’ i know a n*gga who die with his fire and i know a n*gga who went out blasting you the type n*gga who see your opps try to act blind and run right past em im the type n*gga who see my opps park the car jump out bag em’

i like glocks with the b*ttons on the back grrrah make em’ shoot faster catch a n*gga comin’ out of church when we gettin’ off first leave that n*gga right by the pastor sit at the trap with a loaded (?) fonem’ gon’ pull up and jack em’ they tryna spin on my bro like he ain’t gonna blow caught em’ and fonem’ clapped him

h*ll yeah heard what happened blew that pfft when he got caught lacking hit in his sh*t just for doing that bappin brr bow! made him crash in traffic this ain’t a glock this a drac in my jacket still i stood up think i won’t cause im rappin we create packs not the opp in the casket catch me a head catch a opp n*gga lackin’

- screwly g lyrics

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