lirik lagu rah swish - brush em
(9 shots in the rugga i step on the court they like watch the shooter)
look, big 092mlboa
thank you, you got a gun n-gga (gun n-gga) me too
birdy go what, birdy go back out, birdy go buss em
birdy go, birdy go (rrr)
diggin that louie bag (louie bag)
n-gga diggin that bag, duff em
birdy go back out, cut em
birdy go, woo
i bet mo go shot
said i’m big on that 2, know that i’m woo
don’t come to my block, we go give em the boo
i gave me a glock, shoot out the roof
230 j’s, 322
b got me yay, we got it first, watch what you say
you could get hurt
f-ck all my ops, they get it worst
my b-tch got the chop, that sh-t in the purse
pull up on racks, don’t even trip
if i call stress, empty the clip
those not my ops, (?)
the forties a naughty, that n-gga a snitch
they’ll get put on a search, watch n-gga lurk
i keep a glock, when i’m in church
spread through your block, step on the clutch
hit that boy up, then i reverse
birdy got lot for the choppa, it’s full
my straps gotta go get a fifth one
i be f-ckin on (?), b-tches kicking and p-ssing em, poppin too many to pick from (uh)
say that, i call an 8, put a (?) back
i’m 823, i get straight cash
if you got that work, imma take that
we pull up to houses and baby showers
(?) from the first, we dont play with ours
he won’t ever catch me, boy stay without it
gdk and i don’t even play about it (uh)
day day, how you screaming through mega like may day
who the f-ck are you talking to, crazy
if you don’t want no beef, n-gga pay me
the f-ck is these n-ggas gonna get back
took a flight to la, got they sh-t wack
took all the (?) i got big packs
shoot through the v make em sit back (uh)
rumble, step on the feel watch em crumble
i’m so drip, like i stepped in a puddle
i back out and hit you and your uncle
window down, let the semi spit
40 glock with a 50 clip
get the addy, then i get em hit
had to shoot a n-gga for a mixie b-tch (uh)
trisha, shorty won’t f-ck on my nina
i pull up like ace in a finas
i leave her sh-t wet, aquafina
and i got that p-ssy on fiji, if you got a gun, come and meet me
bree spending pull up on like 3v’s
op trisha she dyin to eat me
i dont talk to n-ggas, i don’t play with n-ggas
got a bad b-tch that’ll taste a n-gga
stone cold, blue flag, (?)
(trap house mob)
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