baby maxx - f**k the gity lyrics
[intro: baby maxx & turtle2125]
they not gon’ make it back
yeah, that’s what i did, that’s what i+
yeah, you talkin’ bout that [?]
<[?], yeah>
yeah
n+gga bend that+, they ain’t on it, mmm, mm mmm
he ain’t on nun’, every time i bendin’ them blocks, i’m gon’ get on sum
ay bhrissy hold on brother
[verse: baby maxx]
ay, ay, ay, these n+ggas b+tches they ain’t on nothin’
every time i bend these n+ggas block i’m gon’ get on somethin’
f+ck you think, we ain’t poppin’ out with semis? we got all b+tton
my brother probably small, but with the drac he have n+ggas runnin’
real friendly since you f+ck with suckas we gon’ k!ll you
n+ggas get shot up in the face and now ya’ll say he was a civilian?
push up on anybody bangin’, b+tch i’m every body k!ller
said he was a b+tch, he hopped in load, and then he turned into a driller
ha ha, go pick your brother up, we laughin’ at that n+gga
don’t know ‘bout you, but if i lose my bro i’m hoppin’ in and k!lling
you must be high as f+ck like skrilla, with all that loud mouth sh+t
cussed out my bro ‘cuz he said i couldn’t hop in the load with switch
you n+ggas scared to go to jail, n+ggas b+tches they getting punched on
i can name a lotta n+ggas b+tches gettin’ f+cked on
n+ggas call my phone and said he wanna hoop, n+gga drop lo’
can’t name no n+gga over here that you can say a hoe, we all scores
gz
[verse 2: turtle2125]
b+tch i’m the baby from my hood, i give out headtaps
how ya’ll still f+ckin’ with dameme, blood a known rat
fully keep glitching on the drill, it’s shootin’ h+lla fast
why ya’ll keep mentioning my name like turts won’t crash
first day home i copped a gleek and hopped up in the street
your brother told, he wrote a statement, heard he copped a plea
my brother died and you ain’t hop in load and wet your feet
so why these n+ggas that be out of town say they gz
[verse 3: ebk leebo]
yeah, my brother died, i made a vow said i’m gon’ slam sum
smackk, n+gga f+ck a smack, [?] for handle
might have to one+up+top a 26, like n+gga you my grandson
how he ain’t on that, wait who stamped blood
and that’s the truth, every time we get the lo’, i swiggle through
i be comfortable, a 100 bands on me in the booth
ain’t gotta tell lil turtle when to do his thing, he just gon’ shoot
hit yo’ block and change the murder rate, i gave that b+tch a boost
3s n+gga
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