2sdxrt3all – colapse lyrics
[intro]
2solid sh+t, man
know i’m livin’ like twin
know i’m steppin’ like twin
(shoutout to that boy ceg, he produced that)
no cap
yeah
[chorus]
have you ever shot a n+gga, made his brain collapse? (made his brain collapse?)
hit the fire on my partner, ’cause he couldn’t adapt (’cause he couldn’t adapt)
have you ever kicked the door, n+gga, this my trap (my trap)
step on n+ggas everyday like a f+ckin’ rug (f+ckin’ rug)
call up prince opp, my f+ckin’ thug (my thug)
call up prince opp, n+gga, shoot the slugs (shoot the slugs)
wait for him, come out, rob him by the club (by the club)
[verse]
i don’t want that ho, she a gnat, bet i break her back
makin’ all these plays, i’m a qb, i can’t get sacked (i can’t get sacked)
i was on his block, then i left, he said “come back” (come back)
i was on his block, then i left, you know i spin back (you know i spin back)
n+ggas know where i’m at, well, come get me, you know i did that (you know i did that)
n+ggas payin’ for hair, i pull it off, i bet i give it back (i bet i give it back)
oh, i f+cked his b+tch, i don’t want her, no strings attached
same clothes all week, mummy all black (all black)
call up trill on a drill, bet he bring the mac (bring the mac)
he tried to run, crazy man, we in the scat (in the scat)
got my gun, stayin’ ten toes, know i can’t get whacked (can’t get whacked)
never went to school, i’m a thug, that’s a fact (that’s a fact)
i say “f+ck the rules”, everybody dead if i get mad (if i get mad)
i say “f+ck these n+ggas”, know i’m gonna spin when i get sad (when i get sad)
n+gga gettin’ into a shootout with one clip (one clip)
n+ggas gettin’ into a shootout, ayy, where yo’ mag? (where yo’ mag?)
why my young n+gga smilin’ while spinnin’? my young n+gga glad (my young n+gga glad)
[chorus]
have you ever shot a n+gga, made his brain collapse? (brain collapse)
hit the fire on my partner, ’cause he couldn’t adapt (’cause he couldn’t adapt)
have you ever kicked the door, n+gga, this my trap (n+gga, this my trap)
step on n+ggas everyday like a f+ckin’ rug (like a f+ckin’ rug)
call up prince opp, my f+ckin’ thug (my f+ckin’ thug)
call up prince opp, n+gga, shoot the slugs (n+gga, shoot the slugs)
wait for him, come out, rob him by the club (rob him by the club)
Random Lyrics
- thy art is murder – everything unwanted lyrics
- j-easy – back to work lyrics
- jerome olds – bethlehem lyrics
- elox1m – кошмары (nightmares) lyrics
- juice webster – waking dream lyrics
- rmand – nivel #0b lyrics
- smolin – ангелы летят с этих крыш (angels fly from these roofs) lyrics
- akira the don – reservoir of hate lyrics
- ken mode – a reluctance of being lyrics
- kris floyd – ice $pice lyrics