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baby splat, rell vert & lil will (chicago) - sweet lyrics

[intro: rell vert]
alright, alright, here it go
on foenem, gang sh+t, 79 with your b+tch, you know how the f+ck we rockin’ (ayo, chef)
b+tch, lil vert, alright
alright, alright, alright (that sh+t gon’ be crazy, jacc)

[chorus: rell vert]
fell in love with a glock 23
if they outside, they gon’ die where they be
we want blood, they be callin’ for peace
you be dissin’ online, leave that sh+t in the street
ain’t bodies drop, then there ain’t no beef
he was lackin’, now his face on a tee
i got magic, disappear in a week
n+ggas stay dissin’, but that rap sh+t weak
i don’t want that b+tch, get back, she on me
dude from the 7 got caught lackin’, hе was sweet
sh+t i got on cost them racks, it ain’t cheap
like mе a b+tch that’s pretty and a freak
don’t listen to opps, turn ’em off, they weak

[verse 1: baby splat]
caught lil’, shh, put his ass to sleep
draco sh+lls knock him off his feet
hawk had died and he went out sweet
back to back, two different jeeps
jump out blowin’ i had the ski
creep through cuts, he died for free
chased dude down, i gave him three
[verse 2: lil will]
ridin’ on the side, i’m blowin’ my heat
long live lil slide, we was slidin’ every week
i f+ck then i leave, then back to the streets
i’m ridin’ up stony in a straight+eight jeep
don’t pull on the side, this sh+t ain’t sweet
two glocks, two chops, we all got heats
we all through the ‘raq, how we duckin’ the beef?
these n+ggas ain’t out, i’ma camp where they sleep
.300 blackout go straight through his t++th
doing all that trollin’, now his ass can’t speak
we got we packs, that old sh+t week
stillin’ postin’ on them blocks, [?]

[chorus: rell vert]
fell in love with a glock 23
if they outside, they gon’ die where they be
we want blood, they be callin’ for peace
you be dissin’ online, leave that sh+t in the street
ain’t bodies drop, then there ain’t no beef
he was lackin’, now his face on a tee
i got magic, disappear in a week
n+ggas stay dissin’, but that rap sh+t weak
i don’t want that b+tch, get back, she on me
dude from the 7 got caught lackin’, he was sweet
sh+t i got on cost them racks, it ain’t cheap
like me a b+tch that’s pretty and a freak
don’t listen to opps, turn ’em off, they weak
[outro: baby splat]
caught lil’, shh, put his ass to sleep
draco sh+lls knock him off his feet
hawk had died and he went out—

- baby splat rell vert lil will chicago lyrics

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