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gbg capo - brrr lyrics

[intro]
(chris made this?) (amazing)

[verse]
n+gga go and check that board and do your homework
go hide, n+ggas keep ducking
finna take a trip around different hoods, i feel like mclovin
brrr+ah+ah
that’s what yumbo heard when i let the b+tton on him
rearranging n+ggas’ sh+t, that switchy left all bullets on him
what the f+ck?
bit’ for popping sh+t, with us go get a bl!ck
riding ’round the tinted cars, i might just shoot ’em through the tint
brrr+ah+ah
p+ssy better come correct around the men
f+ck the opps
all the homies in the air, them boys got sent
i don’t need a poppin’ b+tch, i’m finna pop out with my heat, my thirty
them shots hit him like a wave of 5g
p+ssy what?
claiming you gon’ k!ll me? hop out, press delete
brrr, b+tch
we gon’ leave his momma crying on the scene
you gon’ see me in your sleep
i’m in your nightmares, like a f+cking dream
this a eighty with a b+tton and a strobe light on the beam
your homie dead, my mans did him like that one boy, start screaming
now we smoking mary son, we done turned yumbo into a meme uh?
b+tch i’m rolled up your man, yeah this sh+t him
all that dissing gon’ get your ass hurt, boy stop tripping
all+star player out here shooting 3s like scottie pippen
peeling out the car, i let off more than three, now he a victim
bro a muslim, so when he let off the bl!ck i said “haram”
it’s a ghost town on they side, look at the score we dropped a bomb
these n+ggas b+tches, you can’t even tell cause they sound like mulan
but they not tryna go to war with us cause we sound like the han
brrr+ah+ah
put your burner in the air
if you really stepping 17, with a turkey on it, that’s a lethal weapon
n+ggas lift his face up, yumbo had no expression
buddy got sent to the upside down but i am not eleven
i’m outside clutching g17, where he got the ten?
he eat the d+ck, you know we push it up more than like twenty men
n+ggas claiming that they bl!cked at us?
come try that sh+t again
i’m with the get back, spinning on the block, we heard no shots get sent
like when the f+ck y’all n+ggas hoop?
y’all ain’t shoot the ball
we hit the cut in like four different vs, then boxing like a stall
left yumbo sh+tty on the pave, he should’ve f+cking [?]
tryna take the bl!ck but when i check the mag, i threw it at the wall
these n+ggas out here with no heat, they clutching on a hope
i finna send him to the f+cking roof to burn erased the smoke
reverse the car and jump right out the ghost, man him a ghost
he was popping sh+t and making posts so ended up a post
d+mn, uh, you know i had to go repost
another opp that’s in the air, i had to make a toast
juju got hit up the other day, now he with all my foes
brrr d+mn, they hit him with a roller
but just be glad it wasn’t me, he would’ve met a boulder
that’s 300 black, went through houses, made his ass a poster
i ain’t finna hit him from afar, i’m tryna get up closer
i ain’t tryna aim under the legs i shoot above the shoulders
[outro]
n+gga i shoot above the shoulders i ain’t tryna aim under the legs
i shoot above the shoulders

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