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doddy gatz - raid yo block lyrics

(verse 1)
b-tch i bang down yo’ block
with that propane plastic glock
and i use it like a mop
just to clean up all you slop
now its back to the nether
totin’ all black berettas
if they were true bout’ they chedda’
fl!ck my wrist change the weather
plottin up on my moves
tryna f-ck up my groove
bless with [?]
there ain’t nothin’ to do
bunch just sit back and watch
as i stack up my jewels
i lead that boy in a pool
then smokin’ ash on that fool, b-tch

(interlude)

(verse 2)
b-tch i rave through yo hood
weapons chopping like some wood
flip you up off yo’ feet
you couldn’t with stand the heat
from the land of the sand
where you can’t trust no mans
cause they thirsty as f-ck
f-ck you over for bucks
pillow talk with them sl-ts
they ain’t really no mets
they can’t stick to no plans
they ain’t really bout bands
they just busta m-th-f-cka’s
jelly boy, f-ggot smuckers
i can never ever trust em’
so my weapon steady dumpin’
at them m-th-f-ckin hoes
they just notice i’m a pro
imma sip this potion slow
as i plot against my foes
imma laugh when they -ss dead
fill em’ full of f-ckin’ lead
stackin’ up on all my bread
if they catch me i’m going dead, hoe

- doddy gatz lyrics

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