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lirik lagu rivtwer aj - pfa ttf 816 cypher

[verse 1: pfa leek]
i gotta get back but f~ck them n~ggas and they deads
they can go link up for safety, like, i said f~ck it, i’m sendin’ all them n~ggas lead
i don’t care if they hat, folk, crip, nun, mention mani got me fed
how they gon’ link up, dissin’ my homies
the reason they linkin’ ‘cause they homies dead
why the f~ck is they actin’?
said i’m duckin’ the rexk, i’m always in the ‘ject
why the f~ck them n~ggas keep on cappin’?
throw shots to the stomach, chest head, them n~ggas gotta get active
like, word to bro lemme find one of ‘еm n~ggas grave ima pull up and p~ss on they casket
this sh~t could rеally get lit, like, this sh~t could really get tragic
nunnie keep dissin’ he don’t got parents, i heard his that moms is stuck in the box
like, you got other sh~t to worry about, why the f~ck you keep dissin’ my block?
etho, you was really just a rapper, like, why you actin’ sum you not?
we smoke lefty, makk, like, we gon’ do him like ju and send him to the top
loopy he just got beat up on snap, jay spazz, word, he got beat with it bad
i was on then sides walkin’ through the floss, it was multiple scenes tryna hit a hat
oh that’s jay rich, you know we get on his body, we don’t gotta run he too fat
98, they was runnin’ off the track, [?] on my body i don’t gotta rap
said it’s time to get n~ggas exposed, like, i know sh~t that some n~ggas don’t know
like, better know that i’m not one of those if you push up on me, man, i bet you i throw
if i throw on that beam n~ggas better get low, like, my case i’m ready to go
like, he tried to run too slow, put the shot to his chest now that n~gga a float

[verse 2: baby gee]
i said i’m gucci everywhere i go, like, like, what do you know?
i got a chrome heart and shed denim tears for all the times i was broke
for all the times i ain’t glo, for all the times we lost hope
for all the times b~tches curve me, tryna spin the block give me throat
i had a dream that bro got hit, wasn’t concerned what happened to virgil
shots ring out on the block, i’m tryna check on who in my circle
bro ot on the road sh~t [?], leek on the block, .45, he creepin’
i see —, word to bro i’ll leave him, ptsd don’t come through speedin’
i threw a red one in the top ‘cause the get back never stop
came up from [?] ready to [?] cause playin’ it cool was never my bop
who is these n~ggas talkin’ so hot? all black on, walkin’ through their block
[?] got beat and took it on a hop, shh got shot took one of his locs
boomer died, he got lined by a thot, all do bads all them n~ggas popped
b~tch we the floxks ‘cause we do this a lot, have some respect all them n~ggas shot
playin’ in the streets i know that it’s cold, i know a couple who stuck to the code
most of the gangsters grew up and told, came with a gun but never a soul
[?] died and it’s humble with them, f~ck all the opps got a hunned of them
you chillin’ with fifteen or twenty of them, yo, fifteen cl!ck throw twenty of them
on they block move militant, h~lla rounds in the g, clip infinite
throw shots get low like a prison pen, i ain’t gon’ speak on that incident
jah savv, why you copped it? boomer got hit with a rocket
shh got hit with a glahh, died with a g he should’ve floxked it
[verse 3: vine shotz]
back and i’m better n~gga, it’s time i expose y’all n~ggas
know i’m the goat done told y’all n~ggas, keep sayin’ our name we don’t know y’all n~ggas
shh got shot then got hit off the pegs, like, why you ain’t go with your bro lil n~gga?
threw on the beam you know that sh~t was red light, aim for his head send him home lil n~gga
i ain’t gon’ say much, they cannot tame us, two 30s back to back they call me tatum
grrah, i’m with the guys we smokin’ juju, made a mistake they erased him
grrah, n~ggas know ‘bout mines and they know what we do, word to bro we seen — and we chased him
like, [?] got up and grazed him, free all the bros they got booked, they ain’t say nun
grrah, we gon’ get to the facts, like, do not push up on me and get whacked
in the 9, almost 17 hit his back, okay, i guess we just lookin’ for rackz
48, throw a jet, throw it back, we attack, in the bay tryna make a hound n~gga collapse
like, look, kenzo you was a b~tch, go take you a trip to the kirk and get back
like, look, gunna, lefty, studda, white savv, bdot, tdott, them n~ggas dead
see them run up for a three, he couldn’t see, heard he got left on his head
.357 start spinnin’ like ballet, we tryna up and aim above the legs
nunnie keep sayin’ my name know he mad g~y, like, to your dead and i know he fed
i get too high put gunna in the ashtray i think i see that dummy in my head
n~ggas had they time and they ain’t do sh~t with it, me and my n~ggas is takin’ that spot
like, get in our way you gettin’ shot, we ain’t stoppin’ for nun not even the cops
like, look, gotta get back to the block, check on citizen app tryna see if they shot

[verse 4: ebk freddy]
watch what you say, watch how you talk to me, i know some n~ggas that’s hoppin’ out v’s
like, really though, we was troopin’ through their p’z, got a bad lil b~tch get it done on her knees
jackin’ some gz but i’ll forget a g if he thirty and better who f~ckin’ with me?
like, ask that n~gga where he from, if he f~ck with them sides he get turned into weed
black masked up my stick up on me, it’s a pfa party my blixk up on me
ju tried to run he died, he got sent to the sky, all that trollin’ got sent underneath
i got the drop where they be at, me and brodie pulled up with like three straps
get it and take it lil n~gga i mean that, [?] caught one to the chest and he leaned back
all my opps they be internet talkin’, i got five in this clip i told [?] let’s go hawk him
they wasn’t jackin’ that sh~t when we saw ‘em, next time, bet we leave that n~gga coughin’
gunna had his g and got put in a coffin, chest shot, got that n~gga feelin’ nauseous
leg shot, how the f~ck that n~gga walkin’? when i got it on me i gotta move cautious
come over here you will not make it back, couple opps linkin’ up with the rats
slow the v down, brodie think it’s rackz, send him to dior, turn him to a pack
why they frontin’? they know where we at, heard a opp b~tch f~ckin’ and she got the —
and they mans died, why they wanna rap? backin’ out on kids, all that sh~t is whack
and a couple of y’all n~ggas don’t do none, talkin’ crazy won’t walk off the block
etho a kid, ima give him his props, he one of them lil n~ggas talkin’ what they not
[verse 5: j4thatooter]
he 41 then he shot, i think them n~ggas know my bop
they want street cred’ so bad, so now they linkin’ with the opps
throw the rake down, ain’t no chase down, leave you face down when we flock
think he ape now, he a plate now, it’s a takedown up the block
like, .38 with the glock, let the shots play like harambe that’s another ape in a box
threw the rake up let it floxk, there’s too much jakes on the block
i see woo n~ggas, ima shoot n~ggas, i got faceshot for the opps
ya i’m duckin’, dippin’ from the cops
wasstaxkin’, big gd
send shots, straight figi’s
jaydee hype they beat him a rape why he movin’ like he beat a petey
f~ck kay macc he be lackin’ too deep in the v [?] what they on? why the chattin boy died cause he switchin [?] omb they be rattin they just make some go and they rappin see a woo get to clappin’ [?] got shot we was laughin

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