dead presidents - sdot go, jay hound & nazgpg lyrics
[intro]
[chorus: sdot go]
gotta get back, like i can’t sit
let off like 3 when i spin
gun jammed when i tried to cl!ck
it’s like, how many chances they get?
eli, gilly, both of ’em hit
try to push up on me then that’s it
ron, stay tryna diss, like like
[verse 1: sdot go]
ask j sleeze how i get
i started tweakin’ when i’m on the 6ix
watch all of them fleein’ when i cl!ck
geek, geek, geek when i’m on that strip
bro put the beam on that*, watch him trip
she throw it back so i’m beatin’ that sh*t
she tried to line me, almost caught a hit
like, shh got lined by a mish’
watch me tweak with that sitch
bend in the v and i’m leavin’ that sh*t
i’m tryna throw it but it wouldn’t cl!ck
i’m watchin’ him run, like, on his b*tch
g2c, can’t lеave that
kick me the work, i need that
notti bop with thе sh*ts
like, he try to play me, watch him quit
yo word to my deads, suck my d*ck, y’all n*ggas know what’s up, on the guys
[verse 2: sdot go]
big knock, n*ggas better move
my sh*t loose, you can’t tighten my screw
watch me get close, better view
bro throwin’, b*tch, i’m throwin’ too
like how you jack what they jack? he your boo
she said “i got it, can’t fit in my shoe,” like
brush me, watch him snooze
throwin’ in public, f*ck the views
[chorus: sdot go]
gotta get back, like i can’t sit
let off like 3 when i spin
gun jammed when i tried to cl!ck
it’s like, how many chances they get?
eli, gilly, both of ’em hit
try to push up on me then that’s it
ron, stay tryna diss, like like
[verse 3: nazgpg]
why they play with me? i’m legit
like, how many times did i cl!ck?
and i can’t wait ’til i, catch a 6ix (ttgz do hits)
like, he better pray that he don’t slip (ttgz do hits)
if he do, he gon’ be a spliff
rock him to sleep ’cause i heard that diss (sweepers)
ron sleeze, suck d*ck, you got hit
in the back of the nick, tryna punch on swish (ahh haa!)
start throwin’, they duckin’
rick p*ssy, he wasn’t on nothin’
i bet i throw and have all of them duckin’ (don’t run, don’t run)
stop rappin’ lil n*gga, like stop with the bluffin’ (don’t run, don’t die)
n*ggas don’t live what they rap
real sh*t, all that sh*t cap
red beam, put it right on his back
opp thot, start beatin’ her back
[verse 4: jay hound]
i know why they be followin’ me
i’m from the d, n*ggas know how we be, like
i’m like “nazzy, tp”
if he find me, then he get pd’d
i’m off gutta, milly, skii
i’m with money, dot, sweeps
he throw up makk, on his head it’s a fee, like
he gon’ duck when he run into me
like deuces
if he run off his head it’s a movement
brodie be uppin’ sally, tryna use it
man this sh*t don’t work, sh*t useless
like boom it, just oot it
no beams, they be makin’ excuses
i remember that noise on 26
n*ggas actin’ like they really do sh*t
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