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ftos twan - 4 headed goat lyrics

[intro]
(punk, punk)

[verse 1]
man, these n+ggas house shooters, they ain’t gettin’ back
if he hangin’ with them n+ggas then he gettin’ whacked
every time we spin, b+tch, we pull up in all black
all that makin’ all them snaps, where that sh+t go?
sixty shots back+to+back, it’s just me and bro
why he gone? it’s a reason i put that on low
and i’ma keep hittin’ stores ’til i f+ckin’ blow
ten thousand, that just mean i gotta make it home
oh, he chillin’ at the crib? i’m runnin’ in his home

[verse 2]
chop get to bustin’, watch his b+tch ass hit the floor
that n+gga dead, pick him up, he can’t say no more
my brothers say they finna slide, n+gga, say no more
why you got a hundred in that chop? boy, it ain’t gon’ blow
boy, we really slidin’, we be slidin’, we be wipin’ nose
if i’m lyin’ then i’m dyin’, on lil tony, we be poppin’ holes
my chop weird, this b+tch bi, it get n+ggas wet
i don’t wanna beef with him because he told the rest
i don’t care if they alive, boy, them n+ggas dead
still ain’t get no get back when we popped they mans in the head
[verse 3]
draco get to bustin’, everybody get low
if you catch me in the party then you know i got the pole
this lil’ b+tch a d+ck sucker, she keep tryna drive the boat
every time i see an opp, boy, i’m tryna up the score
this lil’ n+gga head f+cked up, he ain’t got no pape’
boy, we slidin’ every day like we ridin’ ’round with skates
how you want it? i’d pull up, put this k to your face
i told dee to chill out, we gon’ get ’em, bro, just wait

[verse 4]
how you want it? i’d pull up broad day with this drac’
and i ain’t talkin’ ’bout a ‘wood how he took one to the face
talkin’ ’bout a free feat, man, y’all lil’ n+ggas laced
if you ain’t tryna pay me, get the f+ck up out my face
we locked in, we turnt up, y’all ain’t keepin’ up our pace
and since you talkin’ dead mans, your mans died the worst way
b+tch, we the type to catch a body then go about our day
walk in the party with the chop out, n+ggas gettin’ out my way

[verse 5]
lil’ hoes playin’ both sides, get the f+ck on
put ++++ up in the wheelchair, he got the f+ck on
three+five of the opp pack, you know that sh+t blow
and i’m still pulin’ up with that glock if i ever get low
[verse 6]
lil’ b+tch still f+ckin’ on the gang, lil’ boy, she on blow
if them boys try to get me to testify, you know that still no
still beef talkers down, walkin’ out that b+tch with a big load
boy, your ass up in flint, you ain’t really on the road

[verse 7]
boy, this k got a scope in the back of it, this b+tch fold
i just made twenty thousand out here f+ckin’ with the road
i ain’t never asked for sh+t, i went and got it on my own

[verse 8: ftos twan]
man, these n+ggas ain’t gon’ shake sh+t, man, these n+ggas hoes
[?] party, spray that b+tch, everybody hit the floor
you can’t f+ck with my camp, that’s what you gotta know
n+gga talk about he shot us, n+gga, that’s a no
boy was talkin’ all that wet sh+t, we sent his ass home

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