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lirik lagu rde diff - yop

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[hook: fastmoney ant]
what you gon’ do when you hear your homie died?
why the f~ck you keep making them disses? knowing your homies ain’t survive
i ain’t need no p~ssy from none of them b~tches
i used some hoes to set opp n~ggas up (say dat)
it’s hot outside we got on hoodies to keep them glizzies tucked (say dat)
them police cannot catch us (go)
i was thirteen trying to go on hits at the store and drench stuff (yeah)
fourteen i was making eight racks a day from dyk~s and taking sh~t
we don’t play with no n~ggas at all, n~gga, first n~gga play, he lay in p~ss (aye, go)

[verse 1: fastmoney ant]
we was sliding riding fives, trying to catch them n~ggas (say dat)
i heard your block got k!llers, but all my n~ggas k!ll the k!llers (say dat)
first n~gga run we trip him, bullets clip and peel them n~ggas (flrrr, flrrr)
we just lay sh~t down, trencherous baby running wild (flrrr, flrrr)

[hook: fastmoney ant]
what you gon’ do when you hear your homie died?
why the f~ck you keep making them disses? knowing your homies ain’t survive
i ain’t need no p~ssy from none of them b~tches
i used some hoes to set opp n~ggas up (say dat)
it’s hot outside we got on hoodies to keep them glizzies tucked (say dat)

[verse 2: rde diff]
i fed them all, they think this potluck
watch me come back, then i pop up
i’m the type they say i’m f~cking hostile
trying to stay away from what my pops did
i got big eyes i feel like hopsin
bad b~tch wanna f~ck from boston (yeah)
she think we cool cause she got boss d~ck
don’t scream f~ck 12, you f~ck with what the cops did
ain’t no switchblade, he b~tch made
only bodies on his belt is dead maids
if they checked his body, he’d only have a hole up in his chest plate
they play this game, they f~ck with the king, they know that sh~t ends up in checkmate
i don’t f~ck with him or f~ck with you, they don’t mean that we gon’ separate
you ain’t smoking that wedding cake, you smoke that boof pack
i know where murda hoop at
we gon’ pop up, nc, find them boys, we know where they shoot at
i wanna see red like kool~aid
watch them limp and trip off their shoelace
ima take his b~tch and f~ck her good now she gon’ say some “hooray”
[hook: fastmoney ant]
what you gon’ do when you hear your homie died?
why the f~ck you keep making them disses? knowing your homies ain’t survive
i ain’t need no p~ssy from none of them b~tches
i used some hoes to set opp n~ggas up (say dat)
it’s hot outside we got on hoodies to keep them glizzies tucked (say dat)
them police cannot catch us (go)
i was thirteen trying to go on hits at the store and drench stuff (yeah)
fourteen i was making eight racks a day from dyk~s and taking sh~t
we don’t play with no n~ggas at all, n~gga, first n~gga play, he lay in p~ss (aye, go, say dat)

[verse 3: rde diff]
first one lay in p~ss, yeah (lay in p~ss)
talk sh~t on the net like he be innocent, yeah
toxic b~tch acting like she be sending blitz, yeah
lil ho acted real but she just sucking d~ck, yeah
i know i f~cked up where i tatted on my wrist, yeah (i did)
i told you you shouldn’t do that sh~t but you insist, yeah (you insist)
i told him if he were to die he wouldn’t be missed, yeah (he wouldn’t be missed)
i told him if he wanna try he would be hit, yeah (he would be hit)
i told lil’ bro stop getting sucked into the system (system)
they think they hot, but we the ones that’s leaving blisters
i know a b~tch who just got jumped in with her sister (she did)
f~cked up in school, didn’t even pass the semester (yeah, yeah)


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