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gon get you - tc low lyrics

[verse 1]
i bet my brodie get you by the night time, cuz stop breathing he closed his eyes when that light shined
ay you don’t know now you know i’m respectable
and if i say i’m sliding to the neck then that’s the death of you
it’s still a gang it’s a block it’s a triple o
i’ll take his soul, his big homie askin where it go
you ain’t know, we been tripping off them lil poles ion spend money on clothes b*tch i spend money on poles
up the pole and blast it what you think i bought this sh*t for show?
told em get it craccin its a’s like some honor roll
how you say you not laccin i caught you at that liquor store
you stupid hoe you bringing me some n*gga’s you never bringing dough
hit the door, b*tch you fired i’ll find another hoe
lose the pole in traffic god d*mnit i’ll find another pole
up the pole and blast it like i said this b*tch is not for show
and if you didn’t know about the kid well my name low
name low find me in the field you can find me in ya home running thru yo house don’t worry bout me run from 5*0
eyes close when you shot that glock its like a light show when i shot that glock made yo light close
when i took them packs man i didn’t sell em tho
so i called my brother told em brother go get that pole lets go to the know hit they spot for the white they got that snow
when we leave grab that duffle make sure that door closed
i can get you disappeared in plain sight
i snuck the pistol in no this not no clean fight
bangin since a youngin f*ck youngin he so crazy
thinkin he gon win with his team i’m so shady
y’all never touched my skin i can put that on my baby
my brother told me get your music going you too lazy
how you walk into the party pistol showing he from ab
you thinking what he seeing from his demons he seeing lately
yo brother just died you thinking “huh maybe”
another homicide in my city sh*ts been crazy
y’all n*ggas no why i ain’t making music lately
if they take me out the streets lil n*gga you should thank me
and i’m active and n*gga i can’t stop
yea i break yo b*tch down like some trees n*gga im poppin
this ain’t yo city get the f*ck up out of stockton
i’ll put you in a bag its a early christmas stocking
hit you with that stock 10 and maybe with that pipe
when you left that house did you know we ending life
does he pray to god at night does his family know he gone
probably they found out by the time they hear this song
rollers on my ass told the cuzzo get em gone
still going to church tell em demons get up off me
told my momma don’t cry when i’m layin that coffin active breed motherf*cka ask about us up in stockton

- tc low lyrics

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