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William Flythe
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Lyrics
(Ooh, Sav killed it)
Yea yea, let's get active
On God
Big Za
We gon' slide, when they diss the guys, say it's they fault
Aim up high at a **** neck, now he can't talk
I told Brucey if they come down North, knock his face off
Scooby said if they come down the P, they getting chased off
Uh, once you click it, then you hope it don't stop
Them switches made it easy to rearrange a **** block
Shit we rearrange opps, dissing on the guys, turn yourself to main opp
Since you rappin' raindrops
Rollie getting to hittin', they start giving me the side eye
And I rock the Draco like a baby, it go bye bye
And them OT so FaceTime, give me high five
When a opp die, bro gon' pop up on the cut like Wallahi, turn that **** Alfie tie dye
Whip the wrist, and make the Iggy hit like Lady Gaga
Why them feins around the block? That's the work talkin'
Why the fuck you so high? That's the perc talkin'
Why **** they ain't spin my block, be the first to talk
Another shot, a stomach shot, now I heard talkin'
A chest shot, a back shot, now he ain't walkin'
A neck shot, tryna fit two **** in the same coffin
Boom, boom, boom, watch this big ass Draco clear the room
I'm sick of coming thru these alleys, I can hear the coons
How the fuck the Draco clip look like a afternoon
How the fuck these **** hidin' for the whole June
Since you know the .50 clip look like a whole moon
It's official, noodles get you, you'll be home soon
You **** broke, you gon' need another loan soon
I got a switchy off the net, I need a phone soon
I know that I'm going federal, but **** fuck it
I know certain **** might tell, watch who you fuck with
30 plus inside the the glick, said I can't even tuck it
But fuck it, long as I got my mask, I'ma up it
Last time we got somebody, they tried to hide the body
Can't get in there if you ain't got no bodies, or ain't shot nobody
You did that shit five years ago, shit you is not nobody
Gotta claim a soul to get with us, we like Illuminati
We put **** underground, and you know you can't em bring, them **** dead now
You can't diss on my lil bro, and have ya head down
I guess the rabbit won the race, the turtle dead now, but fuck it
Big shark in the water, and you a gumpy
If I was you, I'd prolly hate me too, I wouldn't trust me
Shit we been sliming **** out since we was puppies
Four bodies, no cases, shit his nickname "Rugby"
You know them bitches still fuck me, when I was ugly
Lil Tony still kept it on em, like lil Chucky
Big dawg, I know they call a meeting, when they discuss me
Got then **** grouping up, we turn this shit to rugby
I know that I'm going federal, but **** fuck it
Long as I got my mask, I'ma up, this bitch a puppet
Never know who gon' tell on you, watch who you fuck with
I ain't just no rapper, guarantee you I'm gon' up it
Written by: William Flythe