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wonderland - sect unit lyrics

[intro]
unit

[verse 1: sect unit]
imma pull up to your crib and your son let me in
never run up p*ssy n*ggas, just run to the crib
with a gun up cause we finna surround your sh*t
we come through, p*ssy n*gga better take it to the chin
there’s been so much in my life
i don’t wanna shoot a n*gga, i’m stabbing him with a knife
and if he survive, i gotta k!ll a n*gga twice
you acted outta line now you gotta pay the price

[chorus: sect unit]
gotta big .45 on my waist band
and you broke n*ggas never even touched a band
i got a lotta bad hoes but they really fans
they set you up so i can send you up to wonderland
them p*ssy motherf*ckers never wanna start beef
acting like hoes, always tryna roam through the streets
if i make one call, you gon feel the heat
i don’t gotta k!ll because i got n*ggas who can k!ll for me
[verse 2: sw fatboy]
put a hole in you like pop can, there ain’t no hole in me
play with fatboy you gon’ die, there ain’t no hole in me
f*ck a gun, i wanna stab him up and see his blood leak
hollow tips in this .45, i gotta clean the beam
yeah i gotta clean that b*tch off
my brother make beats, i hit his sales and get the zips off
onlyfans, i tip the hoe off, i got a b*tch off
you ain’t really with this sh*t boy, your whole clique soft
roll the window down and spray at a crowd, i got a clip off
fn green tip, i’ll shoot your whole sh*t dawg
what you want a zip dawg?
i’m ’bout to cop a bottle scat, roaring in this b*tch some boring weight till i hit the throttle
f*cking on a whole white b*tch, i call that hoe darlin
next thang, they gettin real chunky, i’ve seen to many commas
.30 gun, i shot the clip off and almost hit his mama
terrorize this city these streets call me osama

- sect unit lyrics

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