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​earth / till im gone 2 - slump6s lyrics

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[intro]
(maajins)
ayy

[pre*chorus]
i got shooters on the e*way, on the freeway, that will get you gone
choppa hit him on his b*day, on a me*day, i don’t do no wrong
don’t give a f*ck ’bout that he say, and that she say, i be on my own
and i put that sh*t on me, n*gga
i spend a band on my feet, n*gga
pull up all black, with that heat, n*gga (flatt, flatt)
make him take a seat, n*gga
i really turn off the beat, n*gga
and i turn that sh*t right back on
glock 40, make him retreat, n*gga
i ain’t slidin’ with a mask on

[chorus]
crazy that these n*ggas cop on a cold heart
this why you only see me with my brothers, oh
aim for the pack everyday, man, he makin’ it work
heart really cold, leave the n*gga in the dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt
i be gettin’ high, i really be off the earth, earth, earth, earth
really on my mind, i’ma leave a n*gga hurt, hurt, hurt, then
she take exotic drugs, man, i think they really workin’
i can’t fall in love, i can’t buy no b*tch a birkin
[verse 1]
huh
it’s a lot that i could say ’bout these n*ggas
but i’ma stay to my self
i really talk about dividends, n*gga
hunnid racks up on the shelf
i do more for n*ggas, than these n*ggas do for me
so why would i ask for help?
if you gon’ run up, please don’t do it stupidly
lil’ n*gga don’t gas yourself
n*ggas not real, n*ggas be fake, n*ggas not solid
n*gga how i feel? go to the bank, make a deposit
glock on my hip, aim for his face, if he wildin’
my n*ggas still catchin’ them case, takin’ yo’ wallet
uh, might go do some dental mental damage to a stranger
we put his stupid ass on a poster, on a paper
lil’ brother clutch the glockie, every time he feel like he in danger
he ain’t know how to shoot that sh*t, lil’ buddy ain’t learn to aim first

[verse 2]
these n*ggas be shootin’ up in the air
you know me, i pulled up on that n*gga block, and i clear it
in that motherf*ckin’, d*mn, in that motherf*ckin’ ‘claren
i can rick owen denim, got yo’ big b*tch starin’
cut that lil’ boy with that fye, fye
got that n*gga runnin’ like some errands
i can never be like these lil’ n*ggas, i told that lil’ hoe, “i ain’t sharin'”
[chorus]
crazy that these n*ggas cop on a cold heart
this why you only see me with my brothers, oh
aim for the pack everyday, man, he makin’ it work
heart really cold, leave the n*gga in the dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt
i be gettin’ high, i really be off the earth, earth, earth, earth
really on my mind, i’ma leave a n*gga hurt, hurt, hurt, then
she take exotic drugs, man, i think they really workin’
i can’t fall in love, i can’t buy no b*tch a birkin (oh)
this why you only see me with my brothers, oh
aim for the pack everyday, man, he makin’ it work (oh)
heart really cold, leave the n*gga in the dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt
i be gettin’ high, i really be off the earth, earth, earth, earth

- slump6s lyrics

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