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lirik lagu tr3yway6k - out on bail

[intro: tr3yway6k]
n~ggas don’t give a f~ck about this virus though, hoov
n~ggas still out here in the field, you know
on hoovas, troopin’ vermont every day, on crims
oh boy (oh boy)
i’m out on bail, b~tch, i’m dyin’ to shoot (aight)
can’t provide the bucket so we slide in the coupe (oh boy)
if you hangin’ with the suckas, you gone die with ’em too (aight)
if you hangin’ with the suckas, you gone die with ’em too, look (bennyave, i see you)
i’m out on bail, b~tch, i’m dyin’ to shoot (oh boy)
can’t provide the bucket so we slide in the coupe (aight)
if you hangin’ with the suckas, you gone die with ’em too (oh boy)
b~tch, i’m the son of the devil, pops violent too, aye (aight)

[chorus: tr3yway6k & rucci]
i talk murders and thе robberies too (oh boy)
flip the bag, makе it double, i’ll die for the loot (aight)
sn~tch your chain then we slide on groove (aight)
sn~tch your chain then we slide on groove (oh boy)
what’s up, cuh? n~gga, don’t cuhz me (what the f~ck?)
i ain’t no crip nor blood, i’m from hoover street (aight, oh boy)
what’s up, blood? n~gga, don’t blood me (the f~ck? aight)
i ain’t no crip nor blood, i’m from hoover street (oh boy)
what’s up, cuh? n~gga, don’t cuhz me
i ain’t no crip nor blood, i’m from hoover street
what’s up, blood? n~gga, don’t blood me
i ain’t no crip nor blood, i’m from hoover street (aye, aye)
[verse 1: rucci]
say you gone slide (what?), well, i’ma slide too (well, i’ma slide too)
i ain’t no crip, i’m a blood, i’m from piru (huh?)
no handgun but this choppa like 5′ 2″ (5′ 2″)
shoutout tr3yway from the hoovas, yeah, that’s my groove (aye, go, go, go, go)
aye, this n~gga think he poppin’, he don’t pop sh~t (he don’t pop sh~t)
treat the opps like a album, i just drop sh~t
on yo’ block cleanin’ up with a mop stick (aye, go)
i’m finna buy another chain, n~gga, watch this (bling blaow)
i’m the hottest from my bity, this a fully, ain’t no semi (go, go, go)
got a stick when it get sticky, off a jigga gettin’ jiggy (woah, woah, woah, huh?)
i ain’t endin’ up like ricky, got a [?] on my hippy (huh? what?)
you ain’t finna catch me slippin’, north side, they call me midget (what? aye)

[chorus: tr3yway6k]
i talk murders and the robberies too
flip the bag, make it double, i’ll die for the loot
sn~tch your chain then we slide on groove
sn~tch your chain then we slide on groove
what’s up, cuh? n~gga, don’t cuhz me (oh boy)
i ain’t no crip nor blood, i’m from hoover street (aight)
what’s up, blood? n~gga, don’t blood me (aight)
i ain’t no crip nor blood, i’m from hoover street (oh boy)
what’s up, cuh? n~gga, don’t cuhz me (what the f~ck?)
i ain’t no crip nor blood, i’m from hoover street (aight, oh boy)
what’s up, blood? n~gga, don’t blood me (the f~ck? aight)
i ain’t no crip nor blood, i’m from hoover street (oh boy)
[verse 2: youngthreat]
b~tch, it’s gangland, real product of the trenches
the opps steady dissin’, n~ggas tryna get a mention
we was bustin’ down the safe, we was flockin’ for the digits
my bro do anything just to get it, run fades and tote pistols
we pull up with thangs, them n~ggas got issues
n~ggas ain’t hangin’ with the gang, he ain’t official
if she ain’t tryna f~ck or give me brain, i dismiss you
i’m clutchin’ on the thang if i come get you
i be posted with the thugs, i ain’t no crip or a blood
they know what’s up, still, that’s on the gang, they show me love
they gone turn a head stare and look my way when we show up
now n~ggas wanna bang the h ’cause we up, n~gga, on gang

[chorus: tr3yway6k]
i talk murders and the robberies too
flip the bag, make it double, i’ll die for the loot
sn~tch your chain then we slide on groove
sn~tch your chain then we slide on groove
what’s up, cuh? n~gga, don’t cuhz me (oh boy)
i ain’t no crip nor blood, i’m from hoover street (aight)
what’s up, blood? n~gga, don’t blood me (aight)
i ain’t no crip nor blood, i’m from hoover street (oh boy)
what’s up, cuh? n~gga, don’t cuhz me (what the f~ck?)
i ain’t no crip nor blood, i’m from hoover street (aight, oh boy)
what’s up, blood? n~gga, don’t blood me (the f~ck? aight)
i ain’t no crip nor blood, i’m from hoover street (oh boy)
[outro: tr3yway6k]
police askin’ me, “you wanna go with the crips or the bloods?”
i tell them, “on the dead homies, yo’ ass givin’ me my own cell ’cause i’m not cool with none of them n~ggas, on hoover”
like, hoover, them n~ggas could both go
hoovas, they can both get it
hoovas, runnin’ fades with both of them n~ggas, dead homies
stop playin’
aight, oh boy

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