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foulout seven – from the raq lyrics

n+gga know how the f+++ we rock man
n+ggas be fakin allat flagging and s+++

(gang)

you know how the f+++ we rockin
n+ggas might tell, from the 5 to the 12, everytime on baby

(gang,gang)

lil bro nem going for nun
catch my opp you know im bussin
n+gga bout mine ill k!ll my cousin(bow bow)
talk that sh+t but a n+gga won’t touch me(a n+gga won’t touch me)
n+gga never drilled nun (drilled nun)
you ain gon k!ll nun(you ain gon k!ll nun)
popping all them percs f+cked up his brain that boy a real dummy(that boy a real f+ckin crash dummy)
200 in this scat this b+tch on e but this b+tch still running(and this b+tch still going)
i’ll even do my brothers dirty if them boys ever think they gon steal from me(we gon kreep his ass)
i just made some bands off a scam(i just made some racks)
i can’t say too much cause n+ggas going to jail and gettin blamed(on gang)
made 100 with them cards and madе 4 mo just selling grams (still got them racks)
l won’t diss my opps in songs cause crackas b listеning can’t get jammed(man them n+ggas dead b+tches)
gotta keep my 40 clean it ain no way this b+tch gon jam(gotta keep that 40 clean)
you can say what you wan say but ask about me im that man
i still jumpout and drop that man
them broke ass n+ggas know we made bands
truth b told before the opp sh+t all them f+ck n+ggas was our fans(our motherf+ckin fans)
member when i was a jit i was on stupid sh+t
now a n+gga makin all these blues and rock this gucci sh+t(this motherf+ckin gucci)
but b+tch im still a k!ller so dont try me on no goofy sh+t( on no motherf+ckin goofy sh+t)
ever get that f+ck n+gga lo and we gon move em quick(we gon move his ass)
heard yo mans caught a headshot that got my shooter tipped(that got my shooter tipped)
got so many k!llers in my gang theyon know who to fear(they dont know who to fear)
and ever since a n+gga lost big leek boy i just shoot to k!ll

we got ks and we got drums shoot that sh+t up where he staying
we still posted where we from it ain no fakin on this end (it ain no faking on this end n+gga)
them n+ggas dissing us in songs these n+ggas b dying for some fame
h+ll nah this ain no diss but b+tch i still smoke wassaname (i still smoke that n+gga ass)
you ain gon shoot that gun so boy stop flashin that(don’t even post it)
bro just rolled a wood full of that guy you know im matchin that
opps they throwing interceptions me and 7 catchin that
now a n+gga dead for what he said and he can’t rest for that(h+ll nah he ain’t coming back)
might popout in sum expensive shi
h+ll nahh can’t get no birkin b+tch (h+ll nah b+tch)
i been had racks n+ggah since a jhit
bro took his sack come get it b+tch (come get it b+tch)
4 a lil top shotta
h+ll raiser glock popper(glock popper)
bro em be shootin fa fun yall keep postin dem guns dat’ll get ya block shot up(block shot up)
beat a n+gga ass before i run i dont need no gun pops raised a dondada (dondadaaa)
556s to da head they’ll leave a n+gga dead dez b+tches real heart stoppers(real heartstoppers gang)
i dont do dat talkin on da net i dont get into dat(into dat)
catch meh on da block wit them members dont try spinning dat (or we gon knock that b+tch down)
cause when you send them n+ggas this on bro i ain gon send em back(i ain’t gon send them f+cking back)

i ain’t gon send them back
f+ck n+gga i ain’t gon send them back

and thats on gang!

f+ck n+ggas know how we rockin man (on the guys)

from the 5 to the 12 man (f+ck a n+gga)

f+ck the opps man we is the opps (man)
f+ck wrong with n+ggas
(bow bow bow)

let me finish my adlibs

(rest up leeke rest up ackafool) i got more sh+t to say gang f+ck you n+ggas we done gang

- foulout seven lyrics

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