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oh shit - shredgang mone lyrics

oh sh*t lyrics
[intro: shredgang mone]
we back on it (shred)
shred (shred)
got them boys in here with me today
shred
shred
shred
shred, shred, shred, shred, shred, shred

[verse: shredgang mone, 2*three & the godfather]
oh sh*t, them boys back (them boys back)
jackboys on your ass, you can’t avoid that (nah)
oh sh*t, we’ll get on your ass (come here)
they don’t wanna see me pull up with that fully mac (rrah)
oh sh*t, i forgot the mask (what?)
he ain’t livin’ anyway, put him in the grass (r.i.p.)
oh sh*t, the glock got a fully (yeah)
i might look like i’m sweet, but i’m a f*ckin’ bully (shut the f*ck up)
oh sh*t, these lil’ n*ggas p*ssy (they pushed me)
oh sh*t, i swear these n*ggas pushed me (they p*ssy)
oh sh*t, now i be in his bushes (what?)
oh sh*t, pop out like ashton kutcher (haha)
oh sh*t, the rollie got the boogers (boogers)
my n*gga boom stay with them chops, so he must be the butcher (brrah)
oh sh*t, oh no, big glocks gon’ blow (gon’ blow)
i’ll get a n*gga whacked, got some slimy lil’ bros (slatt)
hold on, hit his hood with that wood’ll get him gone (gone)
high as f*ck on the block, me and bro just matched a four (yeah)
my pole long, gotta keep it, they’ll take me ’cause of bro (okay)
they don’t like that dread*head n*gga, treated him like ho (fire)
h*ll yeah, that’s us, big racks, big guns (yeah)
feds question me ’bout murders, had to ask ’em which one? (which one?)
’cause they know this dread*head n*gga stay with big guns (k’s)
when i pull this b*tch out, watch that lil’ b*tch run (he gone)
we them n*ggas known to drop a hundred shots
we them n*ggas known to slide down the block (we them n*ggas, ayy)
we them n*ggas that be terrorizing opps (we them n*ggas)
we the ones gettin’ questioned when they drop (we them n*ggas, ayy)
we the ones with the fullys on the glock
we the ones that be takin’ them up top (we them n*ggas, ayy)
we the ones that be gettin’ n*ggas cropped
n*ggas hoes, say they gangsters, but they not (we them n*ggas, ayy)
i’m the one got her open off a rox’ (yeah)
screamin’ f*ck the judge ever since brodie got locked (f*ck ’em)
i’m a vet in these streets, lil’ n*gga, i ain’t no rookie (nah)
smoke a bookie, do a n*gga broad day, bring out the hoodie (fah*fah)
lumberjack in these streets, i’ll pull up with the woody (yeah)
hundred round in this b*tch’ll wrap a n*gga like a muslim (he gone)
free stone, free deep, and free my n*gga boogie (free my brothers)
i ain’t got no gloves, so i’ma wrap my hands up with some footies (yeah)

- shredgang mone lyrics

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