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Cut Off The Head

 

Cut Off The Head

(앨범: Happy Halloween 3 - 2020)


(Hold up, Spiffy on this motherfucker)

Ayy, load the clips up, load the blicks up
Keep the sticks loaded up, this nigga want it with us
Better off tryna shoot the Lord, you tryna go to war with us
Ayy, you can see the murder in my eyes behind these buffs
Caught him lacking at the store and he got killed for playing tough, uh
Finna get some tea soon as I'm done weighing her, uh
Shoot the party up, nigga, I was here, so where you was?
Ayy, my chopper get to boxing opps without the boxing gloves

Nigga, my city super treacherous, so tell me who I trust, uh
They was acting crazy, I had my tooly on the bus
Ayy, my Perc 30 had dropped and then my thirty clip got upped
Bang, bang, nigga, just like Chief Keef, I'm blowing up
Uh, you ain't gang gang, you can't get in
Ayy, I don't want no threesome, but you still can bring a friend
Ayy, I had to pay some extra for my Cuban to get in
I woke up and made a pocket, free my niggas in the bin
Ayy, when it come to this street shit, you ain't got no friends
When it come down to this beef shit, I might kill again
Ayy, on that car, we shoot like three blicks and double back again
He ain't get far, police ain't see shit, I'm gone in the wind
Bitch, I might hurt your feelings, I don't want no dealings
Came from the trenches with the drug dealers and killers
I ain't listen to authority, they labeled me a villain
Middle finger to authority, and if I see that opp, I just might kill him
Ayy, ayy, and I got that Cuban straight from GMoney the jeweler
I didn't go to school like Mr. C4 Ferris Bueller
Uh, uh, switch cars and then I fool ya

Ayy, load the clips up, load the blicks up
Keep the sticks loaded up, this nigga want it with us
Better off tryna shoot the Lord, you tryna go to war with us
Ayy, you can see the murder in my eyes behind these buffs
Caught him lacking at the store and he got killed for playing tough, uh
Finna get some tea soon as I'm done weighing her, uh
Shoot the party up, nigga, I was here, so where you was?
Ayy, my chopper get to boxing opps without the boxing gloves

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