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acrylo - gummii lyrics

[intro]
sc-m gang!

[verse 1]
pop these n-ggas like a wheelie, n-gga, you a silly n-gga
in the hood with them billy n-ggas and them hoover n-ggas
you run up and they shootin’ n-ggas, we ain’t hoopin’, n-gga
yo, kb, you a loser, n-gga, up that uzi, n-gga
on the stoop, crills in my drawers, your girl on my phone
she wanna f-ck, but keep her clothes on, i only want the jaw
man, that’s really all i use her for, then kick her out the door
i don’t want her, you can keep the wh0r-, she fiendin’ for some more
in new york, my n-ggas don’t milly rock, my n-ggas money bop
blow a case, a n-gga throwin’ shots, i run ’em off they block
quarter milli’ in the stash box, i grinded for my spot
n-ggas talkin’ ’bout that cash, but my bag worth a lot
i don’t f-ck with no old hoes, only new hoes
put my d-ck in her backbone, i p-ss her to my bro
i don’t love her, that’s a sad ho, she a bad ho
i’ma f-ck her, then i dash home, to the cash, ho

[verse 2]
n-ggas iffy, uh, bl!cky got the stiffy, uh
got the bl!cky, uh, drum it hold fifty, uh
move milli’, all my n-ggas on fifty, uh
talk down (pew pew pew), you silly, uh (fah-fah-fah-fah)
hit a stain, fifty bands, all hunnids
spinnin’ through ya block, like a pop shove-it
shoot at me, i’m shootin’ back, i’m gettin’ buckets
i ain’t wanna take his life, but n-gga, f-ck it

[chorus]
i’m on some rob a n-gga sh-t, take the n-gga b-tch
do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip
i pull up with a stick, i let that sh-t hit
shout out ——-, but i f-cked that n-gga b-tch
i’m on some rob a n-gga sh-t, take the n-gga b-tch
do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip
i pull up with a stick, i let that sh-t hit
shout out ——-, but i f-cked that n-gga b-tch

[outro]
sc-m gang!

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