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That Time Again

 

That Time Again

(альбом: 4 The Trenches - 2023)


Uh-huh (Damn, Drako, you made this?)
Uh-huh
Glah, gang, gang
Gang, gang (Carter Z, you going too crazy)

It's getting hot outside, foenem still got on them skis (What? What? What? What?)
It's that time again, all the bops outside, the hood T'd (On foenem)
It's that time to spin, all the opps outside, go get them V's (Bitch, come here)
Ayy, lil' foenem on that car, squeeze, squeeze, squeeze, squeeze (Go, go, go, go)
We got shit that hold a hundred (A hundred)
All the kids inside my hood walk up on me, I get 'em hundreds
Nigga, everybody dumping (Go, go)
Told foenem up in the county, "They stoled them watches, catch 'em, stomp 'em" (Stomp his bitch ass)
I need me some new opps, make Chicago fun again, fuck it (Bitch)

Took his shit, now buy it back, fuck he thought he was? (Thought he was)
Still knee-deep up in the trenches, I ain't know what hibachi was
Don't be loafing on the opps' shit, fuck it, kill him just because (Just because)
I don't gotta pay to get your touched, I paid 'em just because (I paid 'em just because)
That nigga stole, chop his hands off (Chop his hands off)
He flew out of town, he got locked up, ayy, knock his mans off (Bitch-ass)
He was yelling, "Cuff me," I shouldn't have trusted 'em, them niggas fanned out (Broke ass)
Big folks on the way, they just let lil' Duval and Sam out, glah, glah (Them members out)
We'll get into it with the 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 (On foenem)
I'll shoot him in his face (Come here)
We got Glocks, built in switches, sticks and ARPs and Dracs
We be riding through the 'Raq, fin-fin in Kia trucks and straights (Skrrt)
We the ones got the helicopters in the air, we leaving 'em on the chase (On foenem)
Fuck it, nigga, we ain't ducking (Duckin')
All the hoods dick ride, them niggas'll get it 'til is busting (It's bustin')
Ten milli' on me, this KRISS Vec' in this bitch, I had to stuff it (Come here)
Real belt boys, them niggas ain't never stood over nothing, glah (Stood over nothin')

It's getting hot outside, foenem still got on them skis (What? What? What? What?)
It's that time again, all the bops outside, the hood T'd (On foenem)
It's that time to spin, all the opps outside, go get them V's (Bitch, come here)
Ayy, lil' foenem on that car, squeeze, squeeze, squeeze, squeeze (Go, go, go, go)
We got shit that hold a hundred (A hundred)
All the kids inside my hood walk up on me, I get 'em hundreds
Nigga, everybody dumping (Go, go)
Told foenem up in the county, "They stoled them watches, catch 'em, stomp 'em" (Stomp his bitch ass)
I need me some new opps, make Chicago fun again, fuck it (Fuck it, nigga)

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