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bet not run - tyronfrmda100s lyrics

[intro]
i gave y’all hoe n*ggas to f*ckin’ catch up
on foe nem
i’m on bullsh*t

[verse]
we be all up in yo bushes, and pop out like alley cats
have you heard about that one n*gga? he got shot all in his back
makin’ disses onna net, but come this way you be flat
i heard plenty n*ggas got lit, and they got sent up wit they strap
n*ggas know that i get reckless, man they tell me to relax
i call rula, he a doya, wit the rooga get you scratched
fa the guys imma light a b*tch n*gga up just like a match
you think you tough, this big ass 40 knock u down lumberjack
yo ass better be careful fa it get to crowded up in heaven
we don’t use no neva use no elevators, cause all my n*ggas steppin
all my n*ggas they do walk downs they get dirty wit that weapon
what about that one n*gga shhhhh, now his family talkin to the reverend
we don’t like nun positive we feed of bullsh*t
i know it hurt to see ha son autopsy go rest in p*ss
all these b*tches backdoor n*ggas because they think wit they d*ck
we got the taurus wit the hollow tips a make n*gga glitch
you can’t identify that n*gga because he got hit in his head
when foe nem put belt to yo sh*t somebody had to pick up yo dreads
please don’t speak about my cousin and my uncle that’s what i said
last n*gga tried to play wit me, we put his ass on his bed
we like kd and westbrook, we make sh*t thunder like okc
who the f*ck still do drivebys? me and bro nem hop out on feet
if he try ta take sun from me he gon die soon as he reach
snitch n*ggas i don’t like all you hear is bang just like i’m keef
lil n*gga tried to use his fist and now he remembered as a fighter
steady dissin on the dead, his ass got lit up like a lighter
he got hit up in his leg now that n*gga wearin diapers
rip to my uncle n*gga had more stripes than a tiger
no a n*ggas ain’t stunna vegas but he got hit like 4x
n*gga said that i was woofin over the summer yea he lied
i’ll said that sh*t to yo face and you get hit up wit yo guys
ian scared when they see me like ray charles they be blind
if you want me then come get me and dumb ass bet not run
call tmo, bnf, and sno, they get sh*t done
i can’t beef wit lil ass boys on bro nem grave they ass sum bums
wen you saw me you ain’t even look at my way you ain’t onna crumb
p*ssy n*ggas ain’t stand on business, y’all n*ggas ain’t really frm the trenches
have you heard abt the 100 that’s the trenches sh*t get wicked
gotta keep it inna windy city cause it always sad endings
he get hit up them switches now his whole body twitchin (yea yea yea yea)
me and foe nem we gon k!ll em
bag em up we finna zip em
big ass drac gon f*ckin peel em
sting em like a sting ray
buck em like we tempa bay
he got hit up in his face
you get sprayed up like sun mace
talkin alat sh*t and you gon stay innat house like corey
if you still talkin sh*t they gon have to find you just like dory
n*ggas b*tches come this way and you get hit up wit this 40
we like wipin n*ggas nose exactly how they did shorty

- tyronfrmda100s lyrics

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