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send 'em - zeeyt lyrics

[intro]
yeah all them other n*ggas can suck my d*ck
i don’t give a f*ck ’bout what they say
if they don’t f*ck with my sh*t ion care
young motherfucer from the h y’know sayin’
ok, f*ck it though, aye, yeah
f*ck it though, aye
(see it in my motherf*cking face)

[verse 1]
send them shots i send them back, these n*ggas really out here
i’m really ’bouta pop their dirty ass if talking down here
over here with my thuggers, with my homies though
over here tryna catch a n*gga lacking hoe
hop up on the whip, on the amg
send them shot from the f*cking street, n*gga you is a b*tch
counting guap, till i can no more, f*cking on yo hoe
f*ck with us turn into a dolphin, headshot bullet hole
if my n*ggas need some cheese they can call me
ain’t no n*gga in the streets that can hoe me
you know i’m being myself they can’t clone me
still out here smoking trees out with my homies
chilling at the crib still can pop you in yo sh*t
reloading the f*cking clip, hold up glizzie go like blitz
yeah hold up, go baow, yeah
catching all these rounds yeah
creating new packs ’cause they just talking sh*t out they f*cking mouth yeah
[chorus]
send them shots, send ’em (yeah, yeah, aye, what?)
send them shots, send ’em, yeah we can send ’em back, yeah
send them shots, send ’em (yeah, yeah, aye, what?)
send them shots, send ’em, yeah we can send ’em back, yeah
[verse 2]
pop me a molly, roll me a blunt, gotta relax
all these sh*t up on my mind, hope that i can get it out
but, yeah, overstressing over bullsh*t that ain’t me
tryna try me or my crew and you gon end up on a tee
y’all gon end up on a tee, smoking you and your whole team
what the f*ck i gotta prove to some stupid ass lil b*tch
say you want some smoke, sware you ain’t on that sh*t
i been ridin’ round with my gang while we sippin’ on lean
yeah you n*ggas acting, p*ssy n*gga cappin’
come down to the h and listen all them guns just clappin’
i need me some paper so then i become so icy
you sippin’ on fake drink the only thing that i see
so don’t come over here flexing that sh*t
’cause i’ma jugg it, take yo sh*t, hold on my gun f*cking hit

[chorus]
send them shots, send ’em (yeah, yeah, aye, what?)
send them shots, send ’em, yeah we can send ’em back, yeah
send them shots, send ’em (yeah, yeah, aye, what?)
send them shots, send ’em, yeah we can send ’em back, yeah
[verse 3]
call a b*tch, hit a l!ck, ain’t with that loving sh*t
i just want the money in my pockets you can f*cking leave
working hard since i was a youngin, n*gga hold it down
if i don’t got bl!cks around me then i’ll beat you with my hands
one on one, no s*x sh*t, by myself walked into this
homixide, not the gang, but we too me and my bl!ck
(one on one, no s*x sh*t, by myself walked into this)
(homixide, not the gang, but we too me and my bl!ck)

- zeeyt lyrics

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