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Lyricist: Di-Rect
Lyrics:
(Say Wop) (WassamWop)
2:45 in the mornin', the phone ring His dawg dead, my name up in the mix, like what that supposed to mean? I know who killed him, I'm just playin' crazy, I'm just actin' green My plan was to step on you, and rep on you, and wet up your whole team Them niggas talkin' like they gangsta, shit what's the knowledge? From a broken home to a happy home, he still promotin' violence Got troops at home to bust they dome, I press the button they slidin' They shoot it up, they shoot it down, like bitch, come out, stop hidin' This got bodies, when we slide don't do no drivin' I'm full of pills, I'm steady wildin', you b?t' not get out your body We bump that Top, that Kamikaze G?t me a perc, I don't do roxies I run down on 'em, he thought I was hidin' He couldn't bust back because he died He couldn't bust back because he died I ain't gon' lie that nigga tried They shot out the truck and made 'em duck, then they swept 'em from behind Rap nigga on my dick like I pick and choose, but don't, I don't give a fuck She fucked the other side, you wit' 'em too? On me, you gon' bite the dust
Hold on, gang inside this truck He spoke on moms and got put up Nigga been knew what it was, we still puttin' shit up for cuz' Your OG a rat but he the plug, he out here settin' niggas up That Instagram must be a drug, you gon' die behind a buzz Hold on, gang inside this truck He spoke on moms and got put up Nigga been knew what it was, we still puttin' shit up for cuz' Your OG a rat but he the plug, he out here settin' niggas up That Instagram must be a drug, you gon' die behind a buzz
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