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baby2 & streameum - husky lyrics

[intro]
(dt beats)

[chorus: baby2]
headshot, duppies
run sh+t down in the field like rugby
glocks from out the country
run sh+t up, turn the n+ggas to mummies
old fifth, rusty
that’s what i perk in the trap with the buckties
these n+ggas puppies
i’m a big dog in the streets like a husky
just hop out the car and i, uh+huh, uh+huh
got lined by a thot n+gga, uh+huh, uh+huh
stand over, send shot ’til the sun down
cro don’t got knocks but he want one
seen your bro on the box like a pop+up
don’t be in that cut when i pop up
hit ’em up, seen him stiffen and lock up
my cro caught a body turned rasta

[verse 1: baby2]
we hit him up and he fall on his back, i’m a run up and face that
if you tryna link up, you should just say that
catch a opp outta place anywhere, i’m a take that
keep a perc in the back, got it right by the waistband
ain’t tryna get the bag, i’m a think he a wasteman
crop a n+gga out, now they gotta frame that
talk to a stove, pull up, where you lay at
[chorus: baby2]
headshot, duppies
run sh+t down in the field like rugby
glocks from out the country
run sh+t up, turn the n+ggas to mummies
old fifth, rusty
that’s what i perk in the trap with the buckties
these n+ggas puppies
i’m a big dog in the streets like a husky
just hop out the car and i, uh+huh, uh+huh
got lined by a thot n+gga, uh+huh, uh+huh
stand over, send shot ’til the sun down
cro don’t got knocks but he want one
seen your bro on the box like a pop+up
don’t be in that cut when i pop up
hit ’em up, seen him stiffen and lock up
my cro caught a body turned rasta

[verse 2: da crook]
when it come to the street sh+t, you thought i was cappin’
tell them keep six, n+ggas thought it was rappin’
choppa don’t twerk but that sh+t get the clappin’
rap sh+t don’t work, then it’s straight back to trappin’
brick disappear like it’s magic
f+ck off the ‘net, come outside if it’s static
taliban gang, they be itching to wrap sh+t
we ain’t sparking from far
k!llers hop out the car, leave his brains on his tee
n+ggas get shot just for playing with me
half a mil’ round my neck, f+ck they saying to me
she don’t pay n+ggas but she paying for me
line ’em up, backdoor, i’m spraying for me
ain’t k!lling sh+t and it’s easy to see
n+ggas is b+tch, don’t compare ’em to me (yo)
when it’s time to get active, don’t take off your mask till we burn up the v
if we knock something down, the cruiser pull up, then we burnin’ police
n+ggas know how we get, so they best watch they tone when they talkin’ to me (yo)
n+ggas know how we get, so they best watch they tone for our (brrt)
[chorus: baby2]
headshot, duppies
run sh+t down in the field like rugby
glocks from out the country
run sh+t up, turn the n+ggas to mummies
old fifth, rusty
that’s what i perk in the trap with the buckties
these n+ggas puppies
i’m a big dog in the streets like a husky
just hop out the car and i, uh+huh, uh+huh
got lined by a thot n+gga, uh+huh, uh+huh
stand over, send shot ’til the sun down
cro don’t got knocks but he want one
seen your bro on the box like a pop+up
don’t be in that cut when i pop up
hit ’em up, seen him stiffen and lock up
my cro caught a body turned rasta

- baby2 streameum lyrics

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