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Rooga

Independence Day

 

Independence Day


C'mon man
I'm finna get back on that old Rooga shit
Yeah, Scrapp Gang
Free Beans
Free Cleon
You know the rest

It's all fun in games till I let that ruger burst
And they get you a shirt, and put you in dirt
Keep the laundry clean, cause we doing dirt
And ain't no such thing as shooting back
Cause we blowing first
And if you want any smoke
Tell em slide on 58th St
Steady been in blocks
Boy we on our 58th street
We hopping out, green laser
Aiming where that face be
And once you drop, walk up
And give his ass a 8-piece
And we 1 up, tell them pussy niggas run up
Boy you better pick the gun up
And we ain't worried bout no nigga tryna come blow
Cause we be out till the sun up
I had to grind and do this shit the independent way
When that trigger squeeze, it's gon' sound like Independence Day
Trapping hard, fiends hit the line
Cause I'm trapping hard
Get out of line, that MAC'll spark
And send his stupid ass to God
And ain't no shooting out of car
We walking up on niggas
Ain't got no sympathy for yo homies, nigga
Fuck yo niggas
Keep a .30 on me, no calendar
Shoot the driver up, till he scratch it up
When he crash it up, shoot the passenger
And look at the score, and tell em add it up
Y'all don't know how we move, nigga
This .40, it'll go through two niggas
Fuck with real niggas, no fu niggas
Them "already know what to do" niggas

If you represent your gang, and you a real nigga
Throw that shit up
It ain't shit for me to break down a dead opp
And roll that shit up
Last night, we went opp shopping
And we tore that bitch up
If I had a bomb, niggas know
That I'll blow that bitch up

It ain't shit for me to up bacon
And let that Glock blow
If you ain't tryna get money or shoot
Fuck you out here on the block for
Better dodge me like a pothole
Scope his ass from the top floor
If he want beef, hit up MOB
Send a couple shells at his taco
Have killas all at the front door
Waiting on him just to unload
When that gun blow, it's a gun show
That bitch sound like a drumroll
When that semi-automatic pump fold
That's a fucking round with a dumb hoe
Aye, Scrapp Gang
I got niggas in the system doing time for this shit
Had to get to the money, got no time for a bitch
Cause I'm trying to get rich, I gotta grind for this shit
Used to rob and hit licks to put a shine to my wrist
Now all I fuck with is killas and they running loose
And I'm strapped with that tool, you can make the news
Got folks in the back strapped, so don't front yo move
When I point the move, you gon think I had a point to prove
We got 50 shots, ain't no running from these choppa shells
And we Hemi'd up, just in case we gotta bail
And we gon celebrate, cause we got a kill
Now them pussy ass niggas don't know how to feel

If you represent your gang, and you a real nigga
Throw that shit up
It ain't shit for me to break down a dead opp
And roll that shit up
Last night, we went opp shopping
And we tore that bitch up
If I had a bomb, niggas know
That I'll blow that bitch up

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