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fbg wooski - computers remix lyrics

i guess it’s war wit the police cause ain’t no compet-tion
i f-cked her face then kicked her out and they ended up kissin
jus like lil steve when that 40 clucked em while he was p-ssin
it’s tutu gang b-tch we the mothaf-ckin opposition
i’m so bdk, cpdk, and tymbk
boy f-ck o-block, b-tch we front$treetk and we brickcityk
i’m smokin big a in traffic tryna catch durk or edai
slide on nuski day, these 30’s spray you die the nuski way
i’mma show these n-ggas how we play outside of where he stay
popped out that cut, we f-cked him up, all he got was a three way
i’m leanin off this blood money i can’t even see straight
400eastk and wherever he lack that’s where he lay
i left him lookin like d’thang for reachin for my chain
gang, bullets rain i let it bang that sh-t run in my veins
this keta let us run her ova and fonem ran a train
they know my name whats understood ain’t need go be explained
boy tookaville, we shoot to k!ll, boy this sh-t super real
bail out on him wit the draco and watch shorty sh-t spill
they terrified n-ggas telling on me so i’mma chill
fonem stood over j-money and put four in his grill
for real, now go ask lil boo how that hot sh-t feel
hk got caught tryna pump fake and foe got on his heels
and everytime we on they block somebody gon get k!lled
won’t l’a me in the studio boy i keep the steel
b-tch, i just got a brand new glock, what we do?
oh we just caught a brand new opp!

y’all already know what it is
stl 063 man shout ebt man we don’t wanna talk
rip and free the guys
n-ggas wanna talk i don’t wanna talk man
shout out jaro city shout out scr-pp gang man let me show these n-ggas how we rock bdk b-tch

you can get dealed like odee, baldy, chino and pluto
if you lackin while it’s crackin and if you claimin 2-4
thinking the swisher we’ll come get ya boy that’s how we move doe
pulled up and popped em in his -ss cause he was runnin too slow
hallucinatin off this white white right now i’m losing it
st. lawrence three times all my n-ggas married to shooting sh-t
now who the f-ck wanna go to war with some lunatics
bailed out on normal letting that fn, and that ruger spit
b-tch, my mind on business boy all my n-ggas vicious
ain’t got no time for no snitches so who witness it gets it
red and green beams like its christmas don’t walk lookin suspicious
cause we don’t shoot from no distance or we don’t do sneak disses
in the kitchen, water whipping, them bricks, we steady flippin
go dog shoot like scottie pippen, that’s big glo what we sippin
d-mn all the opps steady cl!ckin up and they steady trickin
and why the cops hot on our block? cause n-ggas steady missin
don’t make me pull up on yo -ss and pop the trunk, boom boom
nello pop up out that b-tch with that pump, with that boom b-tch
huh, yeah he gone leave you slumped, boom boom boom
pick his body up now put that n-gga in the trunk, in the trunk
in the alley where you get dumped, where you get dumped
burn all the evidence so sure we won’t get booked, we won’t get booked
huh, and why you actin like you drunk? you ain’t on nothin
tweak with one of us you can get shot, stabbed, or stumped
roll up another blunt, anotha one
i’m flee as f-ck and so icy i let it stunt
and for tb and poppie b-tch we on a hunt, for lil bro lil b-tch
two n-ggas died the same month, on fonem grave they did
b-tch, i just got a brand new fifty shots
f-ck the cops, tell em free my n-gga 50 shots, free 50 bro

get yo shytsplaytgang man, we don’t wanna talk

- fbg wooski lyrics

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