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nd shit - tzy lyrics

we slid up in a rolls, we cooking sh*t no stove, these n*ggas trying to steal my sound man it’s getting old, we k!lled that n*gga brother and i know that n*gga told, suv with tent n0body can see in, i got shot in my leg but i just know i’m dreaming, my homie passed me a perc h*ll yeah b*tch i’m fiening, we shot that n*gga down to the ground somebody yelled out he bleeding, pull up on his block pull these glocks out we start shooting at him, he got so many passes but i think today we bout’ to k!ll em, our bullets got some acid in them i know he bout’ to feel em, i know it’s rare for me to say, but i really don’t want to k!ll him, my track hawk, my srt, my lamb got a tint, he shot the wheels of my trackhawk now it got me bent, i iced out my choppa, glock, and arp it’s all dripping, that n*gga said he was gon’ k!ll me and i know that n*gga tripping, i got diamonds all over my body and they flipping, put that n*gga inside a wheelchair and we got that n*gga cripping, and we hear the police right behind us and we get to dipping. i took the heart right out her chest and i really had to rip it. we slid up in the rolls, we cooking sh*t no stove. put some
forgiatos on my srt that sh*t so cold, put some diamonds on my t**th now my t**th really cold, i think i’m going to slow imma have to switch the flow, i ain’ gon’ talk about murder but imma tell you a story you wanna know, i think i was 10 and i was stealing n*ggas flows and sh*t, i was a fat n*gga at the time still getting hoes and sh*t, also at that time i had the worst f*cking fits and sh*t, when i was 10 years old i was never toting bl!cks and sh*t, i used to get my ass beat i was never with that sh*t, now i’m 15 n*gga, and i’m toting f*cking bl!cks and sh*t, now i’m 15 n*gga, now i’m really with that sh*t, on top of that if you touch me imma have to hit you in yo’ sh*t
i got the police watching me they prolly’ looking at my sh*t, now i’m older i don’ give a f*ck about no b*tch, if you ain’t my b*tch ion’ give a f*ck about yo sh*t. we slid up in a rolls, we cooking sh*t no stove, these n*ggas tryna steal my sound it’s getting old, we k!lled that n*gga brother, and i know he told, that n*gga a b*tch you see how easy that n*gga fold

- tzy lyrics

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