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dudeylo & doomsday productions - crickets lyrics

[intro]
(w+warning, this is not a drill)
it’s that dudeylo n+gga, man, every f+ckin’ track you heard? shot after f+ckin’ shot, n+gga
come here, like where the f+ck is he going?
n+gga what? n+gga, ah, ah, ah

[chorus]
who really rappin’ and spinnin’?
who really get on that time when it’s tickin’?
who sendin’ out to the prison?
sendin’ b+tches to go out on visits?
they ask the questions like that, you hear crickets
most of these opp n+ggas really pretendin’
scared of jail, they don’t tote on they weapons

[verse]
i see they bike on they block, tryna crash out
boogie, banga and rg tryna act out
pull the plug on they block, it’s a blackout
poppy got beat, his whole gang made him tap out
n0body bendin’ my block, ’cause you wack now
almost thought for a second, i could lack now
most of my n+ggas locked down in the clink, missin’ my brothers that’s stuck in a grave
n+gga what? don’t tell me ’bout pain
i was ot, bendin’ blocks in the rain
“like where the opps?” i learned how to aim
still to this day never been to the range
on the guys, all black is my favorite disguise
glock 19, i went dumb with that .9
on the bros, n+gga, why would i lie?
like, the bros seen this with they eyes
wvttz let it flame on the gz, i was there
thirty+eight sh+lls, he don’t care where they land
he like, “bro, this sh+t burnin’ my hand”
after the drill, made it back to the land

wow, and that sh+t crazy
blood, sweat, tears, made me
t+thought the music wouldn’t save me
but now i be feelin’ pathetic
yeah, i be bringin’ in money, but sometimes it make me regret it
you wanna know why? n+gga, ’cause i’m losing my friends
meetin’ some people i shouldn’t have met
bendin’ some blocks that i shouldn’t have bent
[chorus]
who really rappin’ and spinnin’?
who really get on that time when it’s tickin’?
n+gga what?
who sendin’ out to the prison?
sendin’ b+tches to go out on visits?
they ask the questions like that, you hear crickets
most of these opp n+ggas really pretendin’
scared of jail, they don’t tote on they weapons
(come here)

- dudeylo doomsday productions lyrics

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