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12anti - back 2 back lyrics

[verse 1 box 12]
stept 10 toes in grove with the spinner
there were no time to pattern the dinger
anythings bait right now with the shh
you know that the gangs pages too inner
it’s black blades right here it’s ments
it’s not just drinks that will damage your liver
there’s packs right here just cl!cking
collect or call when i try to deliver
my batch is full with animals
i don’t rock with the ones who slither
r9 lost his life on the scene
then got it back
thank god lil n-gga (better thank him)
i might step with my hand on the metal
and sauce got his hand on the trigger
he thought that his 17 inch was long
22 is a whole lot bigger
better run quick buss that maneuver
you don’t wanna get l!cked down by the hoover
lula don’t get done like kruger
buss them shots straight off the scooter
scuba dive before it hits your medulla
too soon back but i’m hoping it’s sooner
cats them leaping across like puma
tints come fat not mini like cooper
but are you really into chances?
step with the grub just mask it
hammer on, pull up 4 door and blast it
better run quick better run your fast
this way too hot them man are for parkish
out of the window we’re trynna hit targets
slide bp like where are these b-st-rds
we got that pr-ck so we slowly departed

[verse 2 madmax]
hit a boy up with the stainless
run down who about bludclart rayners
been on the glide nuff times
so these p-ssy boys them can’t tell me about shaving
all this verbal talk is long
back out my ching and hit him with the chong
trynna turn man off the gang did him wrong
lucky that pr-ck was a amid one
bare tears and verbs all coming long
you talk about your retaliation rate is rapid
how come me and m has never been splattered
stop lying for the b-tch and the fashion
i drench mans top
but the boy loves dashing
a fat rambo and they say no lacking
how the f-ck can they scream wizz pack with a p-ssion
i glide ten toes trynna turn man cabbage
rlk say that for no fashion
grab man up you know uncs will slap it
i don’t give verbs cause them boys love chatting
they go on the banks but that’s not what happened
wagwan bro you nothing bout banging
phone at home then millgang tan him
leave my phone at home then millgang tan him
ask that pr-ck how i done him both times
two car convoy gang on the glide
sh-t den
f-ck that n-gga should’ve died
how the f-ck did bookey grab him behind (oh my days)
oh my days what dumb silly guys
i buck man on the train and he blew for his life
i nearly made man do a train track twice
creep up gang doing chases all the time

[verse 3 nitonb]
wait
don’t move
you know that my gangs on violence
let me show man what the spin can do
them man love to chat to the trident
we ain’t that type to lie on our tunes
little bro crept up the other stayed silence
he’s violent
left don on the news
and you know that sh-t there tragic
if i back it
then it’s c-cked
these bridget coming in ratchet i will not slammit
she can’t get c-ck (silly b-tch)
but instead you can hold this beater
and make sure keep that hush
cah if one of them get touch
mans hitting up the m way and do up cunch
and them boy they known what the plan was
must be why they’re chilling by cameras
must be why they’re doing up hiding
lil bros got sauce like vikings
bro hits anything his sighting
bro touch anything that moves
and make sure you do that brilliant
and their friend can hold it too
got corn for all the affiliates
nuff times baked off in a cunch spot
nuff times bro handled that bruckback
don’t lack cause the ting is a six shot
bro aimed the ting where your wigs at
man hit up the clientel if it’s dragging man down
that bridge gotta go
burn it certi n-ggas that got man
everyone around man would let the gun blow
and you know that facts
man tour your estates like
come out
come out
and see what’s in a mans bag
and you know that’s facts

- 12anti lyrics

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