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cheecho – q da fool diss lyrics

n-ggas talking in the streets like i ain’t sharp
i’m running sh-t down your parts
sheets and don don, all i spark
my n-ggas strapped up like the swat
my gorillas got the guap
i got the monkey clips gorilla glocks
i do this for the whole up top
n-gga he your pops he sell rocks, rocks, rocks
my cluckers don’t want bars they want rocks, rocks, rocks
the way i took a n-gga b-tch he think my collar popped
the way i pull up with the bricks he think i own the block
all my cluckers want the goop and the hard dope n-gga
think he want a eight ball, thats a huncho n-gga
if he try serve him on the strip i bet we rob those n-ggas
any move i try to hit i bet the squad go n-gga
he try to run off the .45 go out largo with it
n-gga izzo got the .45 and his b-tch still hit it
still hit, hit, hit.. boy out largo they hitting
[cheecho; shout of my brother man]
we ain’t brothers this sh-t business
[?] ouu we beefing b-tch we beefing they some b-tches
n-gga ricky, cheecho vicious, he pulling up with gorillas
bumped into corleone, he was nervous; he out, the dipper
he was like hip my phone; that lil gun sh-t ain’t my business
go head keep the lil gun, you gon’ bullship, you die cl!cking
he said you know i ain’t no gangster, i’m just tryin’ get high n-gga
but you gotta die n-gga, yeah you out of time n-gga
all the money all the guns and all the b-tches mine n-gga
all the hundreds, all the fifties, all the twenties mine n-gga
[?] serving crack i do not f-ck with dimes n-ggas
one of my hittas’ with the squad gon’ spin your block on time n-gga
heard there was money on your head i f-ck around and buy it n-gga
we got money on the bus, we move the ar’s on the bus
cheecho shot him now he in the cut
soon as we find him his trap getting bust
it ain’t no playing me, i pull the strap out he understand me
you f-cking with a goat b-tch i’m a [?]

- cheecho lyrics

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