lirik lagu lil bars - 50 round
(chorus: lil barz)
watch how you talk ‘fore i blow yo’ f~ckin’ brains out
when the gang pull up, yeah, we bring them f~ckin’ ks out
post traumatic stress got me relivin’ them days now
nah, that sh~t ain’t funny, p~ssy, i’m not f~ckin’ playin’ round
smokin’ on that wood ‘cuz we left yo’ homie layin’ down
yeah, you know we here when you hear that f~ckin’ bangin’ sound
homie, you’s a b~tch like them boys that you be hangin’ round
dracos, glocks, and uzis, p~ssy, that’s what we be slangin’ round
(verse 1: lil barz)
p~ssy talkin’ all that sh~t but he don’t tote no f~ckin’ gun
got a red dot so i love it when they f~ckin’ run
i don’t do no hits. b~tch, i do this sh~t for f~ckin’ fun
diamonds on my neck, f~ck, i swear these b~tches weigh a ton
leave his white shirt stained like my name is f~ckin’ westside gunn
dissin’ on the ‘gram get you smoked just like a f~ckin’ blunt
when you see us pullin’ up, b~tch, you better duck and run
b~tch, you know i’m shiesty, you best get that sh~t back in blood
yeah, b~tch, straight up, plus i f~ck yo’ hoe like twice a month
that boy, he was talkin’ sh~t so we cut off his f~ckin’ tongue
take out yo’ whole block, 50 shots up in this f~ckin’ drum
like my name was yo, thought a p~ssy hoe was sayin’ sum
p~ssy think he tough, but i bet these sh~lls will leave him stunned
leave yo’ body full of holes like he was a f~ckin’ sponge
p~ssy, rep yo block, b~tch, tell us where you f~ckin’ from
boy, you don’t want smoke, you’ll get picked just like a f~ckin’ plum
(verse 2: remithehooper)
woah, woah, hop in that srt so fast
we gon’ get that n~gga gone
yeah we takin’ off his dome
50 rounds up in his bones
yeah, you know he goin’ home
better call the f~ckin feds, b~tch you know we in that zone
these n~ggas better run
keep that k on go
if a n~gga talk down, get hit with a pole
(chorus: lil barz)
watch how you talk ‘fore i blow yo’ f~ckin’ brains out
when the gang pull up, yeah, we bring them f~ckin’ ks out
post traumatic stress got me relivin’ them days now
nah, that sh~t ain’t funny, p~ssy, i’m not f~ckin’ playin’ round
smokin’ on that wood ‘cuz we left yo’ homie layin’ down
yeah, you know we here when you hear that f~ckin’ bangin’ sound
homie, you’s a b~tch like them boys that you be hangin’ round
dracos, glocks, and uzis, p~ssy, that’s what we be slangin’ round
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