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homicide/immortal (feat. babyg) [cover remix] - trey, the stunna lyrics

[intro: trey, the stunna]
yeah

that boy trey and babyg, on the mic

already know whats going on

turn the f*ck up

[chorus: trey, the stunna]
yeah
know a couple n*ggas that’s down to ride
for a homicide when it’s drama time run up on a n*gga with the llamas flyin leave his loved ones all traumatized
150, i’m really wit’ it
i’ll drop his ass and then forget it might see a b*tch and forget i hit it one mistake and he clap fifty
then i let a n*gga wanna act silly
shoot out his ass cause he from philly
i’ll drop his ass and then forget it
might see a b*tch and forget i hit it
one mistake and he clap fifty
then i let a n*gga wanna act silly
shoot out his ass cause he from philly
i’ll drop his ass and then forget it

babyg~ verse 1

[chorus: trey, the stunna]
know a couple n*ggas that’s down to ride
for a homicide when it’s drama time run up on a n*gga with the llamas flyin leave his loved ones all traumatized
150, i’m really wit’ it
i’ll drop his ass and then forget it might see a b*tch and forget i hit it one mistake and he clap fifty
then i let a n*gga wanna act silly
shoot out his ass cause he from philly
i’ll drop his ass and then forget it
might see a b*tch and forget i hit it
one mistake and he clap fifty
then i let a n*gga wanna act silly
shoot out his ass cause he from philly
i’ll drop his ass and then forget it (x2)

babyg~ verse 2

[outro: trey, the stunna]
yeah

shout out to that n*gga 21 savage, man

straight up

[verse 1: trey, the stunna]
brand new mak*90 with the drum attached (drum)
you a sh*t talker, we got guns for that (on god)
tryna fist fight, boy, you dumb for that (stupid)
you gon’ get a bullet in yo’ lung for that (stupid)
draco get to kickin’ like liu kang (21)
f&n on me in the mulsanne (straight up, straight up)
glock 19 and a blue flame (straight up)
i was strapped when i slid inside your boo thang (on god)
21 immortal, we will never die (21)
loyal to my brothers (yeah), i’ll never lie (straight up)
call me bird dog ’cause i cheat and i’m fly (straight up)
and i love winnin’, i’m upset if it’s a tie
sneak dissing but, they forget bout the third eye (for real)
i don’t walk up, i only do drive by’s (on god)
they get it twisted but, i’m the bad guy (21)
they talkin down on my name, n*gga i’m mad fly (on gang)
pulling up drive by, then i hit you with that smoke (smoke)
talkin all that smack n*gga i don’t do jokes (21)
looking surprised n*gga, yes i just spoke (straight up)
heaving shots flying, yea giving you backstrokes (strokes)
make this glock “shiggy challenge” out the window (on god)
talking all that sh*t, n*gga you don’t want smoke (straight up)
why you running n*gga, i got your info (for real)
glock pointed at you, make you do the limbo (on god)

- trey the stunna lyrics

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