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no attempt (original version) - wizdawizard lyrics

[intro]
(shoutout to yodayae)
(just pay the guy)

[chorus: wizdawizard]
stepping through blood puddles, gunfights every night
lurk, look for my mans, i see him, it’s on sight
know i stay prayed up, them angels, they over me
gotta stay lowkey, the feds, they onto me
mama be praying for me, you know that she love a g
stay riding with it, n*gga, that chopper stay close to me
stay riding with it, n*gga, that chopper stay close to me
won’t let ’em bury me, no i won’t let ’em bury me, no

[verse 1: kodak black]
i never had a job, i put the drac’ to work
the only way you’ll k!ll me is if you sell me a fake perc’
i’m sliding through lake worth, bending and politicking
trying to stay out the hood, but i love me some broward b*tches
skeletons in my closet, gunpowder in my dreads
back and forth with the dead, that’s how i got to play it
and i got heavy motion, geeking and pistol toting
i just be kutthroating, p*ssy getting bust open

[verse 2: wam spinthabin]
sliding with a mac, tryna do a n*gga dirty (dirty)
and we only tote brooms, wam, we don’t spin with no thirties (thirties)
and b*tch, i never miss (miss), magic, i shoot like curry (curry)
n*gga itchin’ for some fame (fame), i’ma go make you a jersey (jersey)
bounce out with this k (k), put a n*gga on the news (news)
n*gga, check the stats (yeah), we sent sh*t to the moon
and we got all the chops, n*gga, we got all the blues
we bend all the blocks, we knock n*ggas out they shoes
[chorus: wizdawizard]
stepping through blood puddles, gunfights every night
lurk, look for my mans, i see him, it’s on sight
know i stay prayed up, them angels, they over me
gotta stay lowkey, the feds, they onto me
mama be praying for me, you know that she love a g
stay riding with it, n*gga, that chopper stay close to me
stay riding with it, n*gga, that chopper stay close to me
won’t let ’em bury me, no i won’t let ’em bury me, no

[verse 3: kodak black]
ayy, n*ggas know what’s up, heavy smoke, horse breath
soon we get the drop, we right at your doorstep
ayy, that murder for the low, everybody know i deal in death
i be higher than a crow, everybody know i’m smoking meth
in a bentley bending through the del’
on missions, spinning by myself
i went and got too many ms
i can’t be hitting b*tches bare
i don’t need a scale, if sh*t don’t add up, i can tell
me and syk’ n*ggas for life, until i die, it’s nfl
yeah, ain’t no way a n*gga play, that’s really rare
been scoping for a week, f*ck adt, i’ma get in there
p*ssy n*gga, what? you say it’s up, then get me there
i do my dollar, top shotter, big revolver, catch the sh*ll

- wizdawizard lyrics

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