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lirik lagu e-wuu - drilly mode

[intro]
like
like crah crah crah crah~crah boom
like, la spot ‘em, got ‘em and we cl!ck, y’all know whats going on n~gga
like crah
and we smoking everybody deads n~gga word to my mother yall know how we get n~gga
like
every o f~cking shot, n~gga
suck my d~ck

[verse 1: e~wuu]
like rule number one better stay with your gun
two, gotta be ready to dump
three, don’t you get ? we going on a hunt
me and la too deep, don’t run
man they fast on they feet when im back on my gun, like
i ain’t cl!ck why he running like big dg i ain’t stopping for nothing (whooptyyy)
told bro like we out to the s (like what?)
why them n~ggas keep mentioning deads (like why?)
like smelly, kal g, both of them stretched
and rico got shot, should’ve been in his head (riiicooo)
don’t run, brodie gon’ fill ‘em with lead
he done, c~hii caught one to the head (c~hiiiii)
i don’t know why the sev wanna talk on my block like doowop just died now they gotta get back (dooooooowop)
[?] talking about bro ‘cause im bending thru blocks tryna catch me a o
and im uppin on anybody throwing up the o (on bro)
no cap why you running on your bros (like what)
kdot, hit him bet he froze, like (on bro on bro)
don’t switch on your bro (on bro)
notti got poked can’t forget his bros and they keep dissing tryna put on a show
i’m sliding with say everything for aj
and im calling up yavi everything for dayray
and they calling up jb, that’s my demon
one call and we slidin’ the same day
n~gga like 30 up totin’ on .30
can’t wait til we run into~
we gon run into his crib, heard he live in jersey
n~ggas ain’t safe doin n~ggas
[verse 1: jb savage]
like hol’ on
i’ma start like this, like (on bro)
let’s go down the list (like who)
notti, dotty, dead in a ditch (they dead)
rippy, nazzy, got left on they street (on bro)
like 300k why sheemy on d~ck (like why)
we know you got ripped and you never did sh~t
callin’ up la my demon he cl!cks, like
run into thunder make his body twist
spin through the rey tryna catch a crip, like
on bro i been feigning to blitz
smoking on bobby shoulda had his stick, like
brodie went out like a b~tch
don’t run don’t trip don’t fall, like
call up e~wuu my demon don’t miss (e~wuuuuu)
if he front he get sent to the lord, like
free bg i know he~ (free bg)

[verse 2: e~wuu]
oh wait, think i see c~blu, like
he don’t know what to do (at all)
bet he got no knock, like
b~tch i’ma up it and send him to the moon
and i’m with~ tryna catch a goon, like
and my n~ggas on timing, like
we do not follow no rules
[verse 3: la]
rule number four, don’t lie, like
you better not switch on your guys
rule number five, got a shot can’t take that dont last can’t take one of mines
rule number six don’t die, like
you know i gotta stay with my knock
f~ck the seven, bet he died
can’t take this chop since they one of mines
they wanna talk on my jets
we gon slide through they ‘jects
on bro tryna dump on some hunnid
don’t trip, when we slide
cause brodie got no sense he shooting at cousins
so we ain’t going like n~gga you buggin’
we ain’t going and kay get to gunning
we ain’t lacking, f~ck the o’s, like
f~ck all the opps they never on nothing

[verse 4: jb savage]
like d~mn
y’all know what i do, like
mr stay~with~a~tool, like
run up you a fool, these hollows gon hit him, put him on the news
try to diss on my goons
we gon run into you
we gon boom at your crew, they riding on d~ck like what you really do
[verse 5: ewuu]
like oyk we smoking on notti, dotty
can’t forget about cane
and i’m with the gang, like
catch lil dd and we take his chain
and my youngins on timing tryna catch a stain
they don’t play no games
pick up nazzy brains, like
catch dougie b, turn him into a strain
and we sliding on opps we just get to dumpin
they just get to running
like jb he with me he don’t care about nothing
(and rip rah bro was really gunning)
like and im every o shot
let me see your o (let me see your~)
send him with his bros
then they talk bout spinning tell em tell the lord?
we gon bend through they block like two~three knocks
pole jam up, pass a different chop
new opp, think an ass to pop
f~flock, smoking doowop (doowop)
backdoor open, better have your heater
slidin with bro they taking nenas
keep sippin, all this drink, like
we could pour it about a liter

[outro]
we gon pour it about a~, like, like
la spot ‘em, got ‘em and we~
yall sh~t know whats going on word to my mother n~gga free the guys long live stylez n~gga
every o shot n~gga
grah, grah~grah boom

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