lirik lagu rooga – do bout it
[intro]
ayy, ayy, ooh
on foenem grave, you already know how this sh~t go
back the f~ck up
all you bop~ass hoes, all you goofy~ass n~ggas
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
[verse]
we k!lled your partner, now what you gon’ do ’bout it?
pick up a gun, stop rapping and shoot ’bout it
don’t let me drive your car, i might shoot out it
knock him off balance while he is rocking new balance
we got four cutters inside of sprinters
shout out to the gang, they turn n~ggas to sprinters
foenem on d like they leanornd
you better be on point like you lillard
’cause we posting up like centers
ain’t tryna talk or bargain with n~ggas
that choppa hit you, knock a part off a n~gga
oh, you the type that like argue with n~ggas?
well, i’m the type to up a carbon on n~ggas
i think you think that you know me but you don’t really know me
if you did, you would know i got it on me
i’m something like manu gin0bli
when i got it on me, we slid and hit four of your homies
one thing i never did is let ’em hold me
talking that sh~t, n~gga, you gotta show me
he tried to run, he caught a four piece
these n~ggas broke, they ain’t got no cheese
hop in a foreign, it ain’t got no key
you smoking og? that sh~t so cheap
that’s like you going buying some oe
i am not 2~4 but i f~ck with kobe
they say red bull give you wings
but you wanna fly now? you wanna die now?
i’m everywhere like wi~fi, he caught a shot from the sideline
you better stick to the guideline
that choppa hit you, in a few will turn a n~gga from 62 to 59
we’ll come through with 59, i’m from 59
i put a switch on the glock for the prrt
so please, don’t run up on me, you gon’ hear, “prrt”
i got some n~ggas, hop out with that prrt
but i got that choppa, so you gon’ hear, “prrt, boaw~boaw~boaw, prrt”
that’s half of them n~ggas
and why is you riding without it, lil’ n~gga?
that’s how you die little quicker, we slide with them bl!cks
boy, you jump out some [?], my n~ggas k!ll k!llers
we hopping out k!lling
ayy, f~ck how you feel, i don’t got no feelings
shoot at his grils, whip ain’t got no ceilings
back to the money, i ran up a ticket, just last week, i ran up a fifty
i was just broke, i didn’t have a penny
now i put money on n~ggas that envy
we do hits at night and the daytime
folks hawked ’em down like he was a k9
i’m talking face to face like facetime
but i just heard through grapevine
i keep a .9 like rajon, i keep a hoodie like treyvon
he got hit but it ain’t done then i run up on ’em like ain’t done
now we smoked your partner and he ain’t did sh~t
everyone out there looking like, “who did this?”
you talking ’bout some sh~t that we been dead
it ain’t no talking, we standing on business
i’m really having my way with this sh~t
you better duck when i’m waving a bl!ck
i’ll get on tracks and play with this sh~t
i don’t even know what else to say on this sh~t
[outro]
on foenem grave, you already know how this sh~t go
got my bl!ck on me, got my stick on me
don’t touch me, don’t even look at me
back the f~ck up
all you bop~ass hoes, all you goofy~ass n~ggas
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