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150 wiz - one mic freestyle lyrics

please don’t lack when you crossin’ the street
we doin’ pedals or v’s through they p’s
get out the way, when i squeeze
like red tip bullets gon’ rock him to sleep
first one we spot, make him pick up his feet
like, which one of y’all b+tches freaks
which one of y’all b+tches linin’ the gzz?
if he got the wheels, then we tryna creep
we ain’t jackin’ them n+ggas cause they playin’ both sides
please don’t lack when you crossin’ the street
we doin’ pedals or v’s through they p’s
get out the way, when i squeeze
like red tip bullets gon’ rock him to sleep
first one we spot, make him pick up his feet
like, which one of y’all b+tches freaks
which one of y’all b+tches linin’ the gzz?
if he got the wheels, then we tryna creep
f+ck oy, we don’t jack no y
we tryna see where they at when they go live
goofy went out with no knocks, so i tote mine
we got the drop
oh we on that block
[?], we start blitzin’ through both sides
he threw up 5z, brodie hop out and throw five
they doin’ bad we can’t go out like those guys
them n+ggas do bads, they tried to move back
roscoe you can never get your shoes back
notti pressed up and went out, how you do that?
wasca pressed up and went out, how you do that?
sh+t tact’ like they need to get tact’
f+ck gbg babiez, don’t get back
f+ck the sixth, like they tried to dead that
.40 don’t settle for less hit a headtap
like we swervin’ through blocks
lookin’ for opps
n+ggas runnin’ and duckin’ they tops
like watch them bullets punch him, i don’t box
trust we gon’ stick to them glocks
goofy got shot for a thot in the booth
oh, he think he got one bet
hollows gon’ spit out the chop
i got my knocker when i notti bop
notti with the rah
dae dae flock a cop
and i’m with zaza, brodie tryna flock
like+, how that boy on hots?
like, ab da jett gettin’ flocked
blitz gzz, brodie made ’em drop
they tried to come to the lams road block
please don’t lack when you crossin’ the street
we doin’ pedals or v’s through they p’s
get out the way, when i squeeze
like red tip bullets gon’ rock him to sleep
first one we spot, make him pick up his feet
like, which one of y’all b+tches freaks
which one of y’all b+tches linin’ the gzz?
if he got the wheels, then we tryna creep
please don’t lack when you crossin’ the street
we doin’ pedals or v’s through they p’s
get out the way, when i squeeze
like red tip bullets gon’ rock him to sleep
first one we spot, make him pick up his feet
like, which one of y’all b+tches freaks
which one of y’all b+tches linin’ the gzz?
if he got the wheels, then we tryna creep

- 150 wiz lyrics

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