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in the name of ree - toohda band$ lyrics

[intro]
(oh, yo b*tch was on this one)

[verse 1: toohda bands]
sh*t crazy, they running to the ‘gram with the beef
they’re snitching, n*gga, bring your ass to the street
we been surfing all day in that— four deep
three glocks, one a, hit they block, we finna creep
n*gga, i been sleepwalking
n*gga, that’s the juice talking
catch a n*gga broad day, pop the door, white chalk him
ice cold stunner on these n*ggas, steve austin
get your b*tch out my dm, oh my god, she stalking
how the f*ck you getting pape’ with no whip? bruh, you walking
we hooping with whoever, get to shooting like we boston
that twenty*one touched a n*gga face before i tossed it
ain’t no lean in the city ’cause we bought it
slime a n*gga out, that’s in the name of ree
if you ain’t snaking n*ggas out, then you ain’t safe with me
my brother tell me not to leave unless that k with me
n*gga even put a finger on me, they gon’ paint the east
i’m gettin’ money on these n*ggas, they can’t take it
real to the core, on my mama, couldn’t fake it
you cuffin’ on that b*tch, bruh, we treat her like she basic
i’m racing to the money, need it now, i’m impatient
i smoke exotic weed to my face, lookin’ asian
we find out where these n*ggas at, we gon’ blaze it
i just got a drummy for the k, that’s amazing
leaving n*ggas flat on the ground like they planking
n*ggas tryna run off with my sauce like they plankton
i ain’t worried ’bout no n*ggas, i could tell when you faking
so much money in this bag, b*tch thinking that i’m banking
a n*gga play with me and i’ma leave a n*gga stinking
[verse 2: lil steve]
n*gga play with me and i’ma leave a n*gga stinking
slime a n*gga out, that’s for ree, we come through spraying
chopper sh*lls hot, that’s why your mans left you hanging
h*lla poles when we come, they already know to let the gang in
cut some n*ggas off, can’t f*ck with ’em, on that strange sh*t
rolly came with diamonds, i might go and grab a plain b*tch
sliming n*ggas out, that’s for ree, we on that same sh*t
pop him in his sh*t for lil’ keev, gon’ get your brain split
ninth grade, slidin’ in the moppy, i had your main b*tch
why you keep posting throwbacks? you n*ggas ancient
nah, n*gga, you can’t get the ho back, stop complaining
we been tryna hit n*ggas block and start painting

- toohda band lyrics

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