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flint niggas - stoner gang reece lyrics

[verse 1: stoner gang reece]
y*yo n*gga wake up 2k or black ops
i*i wake up to at least 2k paying the wack ops
f*ck these weak ass n*ggas and these weak thots
screaming all that trap sh*t, and had no spot on no block
f*f*f*ck internet beef, n*ggas getting shot
my house ain’t get shot up, it’s only shootouts on my block
you paying for the p*ssy, i got free top
zillions everywhere, like i was tryna dry out a old mop
soft ass n*ggas tripping over weak hoes
i*i*i’m knee deep in a bag, tryna run through a super load
my spot got famous of bowls of snow
my granny ain’t spoon feed me, i had to hustle bro
n*ggas get they money up and turn to hoes
that’s why i only f*ck with the real, fake get exposed
n*ggas out here playing with they nose
do anything to gеt p*ssy from these weak hoеs
i’m out the way, i’m tryna get a couple mil
n*ggas where i’m from off of self, that’s how i feel
spent 50 on jewelry n*gga without a deal
i*i know these n*ggas sick, they’ll blow d*ck for a record deal
i used to be on the block, with the pills
i want my number right out, i’m not giving out no deals
i’ll tie myself up n*gga, let’s be for real
i*i ain’t never do no hoe sh*t to come up, that’s real
[verse 2: rio da yung og]
n*ggas ask me was i sellin work, i’m like crack k!lls
my*my*my lil b*tch just got some ass shots, but she fat still
hit him in the head with the glock, how the strap feel
e*every week i’m making 20*30 racks, that’s why i rap still
compressing bows of zaza, yeah i wrap still
n*gga run up on the yung og, he getting his cap peeled
i*i*i don’t know how much my city made, lemme ask will
i’m a six figure n*gga, n go cut my granny grass still
broke a perc in half, gave it to my b*tch, how that tab feel
white boy tryna buy 200 blues, gave him advil
you ain’t never seen me buy a deuce, i only grab sealed’s
this lil case had me stressed out, but i laugh still

[verse 3: rmc mike]
good with my hands or with the the pistol, got mad steel
o*o*out in washington, serving white people like i’m brad bill
hit him where he’s hurt, had lil bro get his dad k!lled
i*i*i know you sick, you signed your life away to a bad deal
pai*pai*paid 1100 for this jacket, it was cashmere
n*gga wifed up that rat b*tch i had last year
appreciation day, i’m showing love, you want a gram, here
springfield xd45 with the lemon squeeze
you want the best weed, go to the north and see my n*gga reece
ca*can*can’t let these n*ggas hold me back, i got a bigger dream
the key to having the best dogs around is to keep the kennels clean

- stoner gang reece lyrics

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