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gambino indacut - spazz (freestyle) lyrics

all my n-ggas savage f-ck ya’ block up for a package
shoot some sh-t up like a movie since all of you n-ggas acting
hit sum’ sh-t hop back in traffic never lacking b-tch we clapping
smoke a n-gga like a swisher spot a opp we get it cracking
big sh-t don’t get ya’ sh-t flipped, that’s gymnastics
pull up like “abracadabra” get em’ gone like it was magic
tell his og get her son for me an folk nem’ make it tragic
disrespected now he dead and then they wonder why we laughing
over east it ain’t no p-sses
catch em’ loafing now he ashes
sh-t so easy we at practice
claim his n-ggas real but then they k!lled him guess they -ss was plastic
sh-t is crazy but for speaking on it i know ya’ll gone hate me
run up on me he get fanned out, like the a/c
keep a rocket he get hit with 3
that’s tracy mcgrady
b-tch we indacut, bullet hit ya’ head and spill ya’ gravy
hollow make a n-gga lazy, rollin’ up yo’ best friend i know you smell that stanky’

pull up to the party get it lit’ quick
empty out a big clip send yo’ -ss on a big trip to heavens gates
choppa’ kick yo’ -ss in the chest like it was kevin gates
catch you tryna’ walk from school and pull up like a free throw we go crazy
better know my name, b-tch it’s gambino
leave him leaking with this 3’0
if he breathing give him 3 more
f-ck around and wake the hood up, then we leaning off this good stuff
and yo’ b-tch she let the gang slide so you know we bust a good nut, no h0m- free the guys they throw bullets like tony romo
f-ck a draco we got big sh-t, sh-t that leave ya sh-t split
light em up like it was christmas, leave him singing on sum’ b-tch sh-t
hit his block i bet he dip quick, p-ssy n-gga never hit sh-t
ya’ll my opps or ya’ll my fans cause ya’ll love talking like some b-tches, (gang, gang!)

- gambino indacut lyrics

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