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gmebe lil chief dinero x gmebe bandz - back like we never left lyrics

(verse 1: lil chief dinero)
over east where i reside
we post up outside
traffic we gon slide
why these n+ggas hide?
me and bandz grippin 2 thirties, that’s 60 shots inside
you know me, i’m the truth i ain’t ever lied
you kno that juggin my favorite
smokin exotic just like a jamaican
and we keep choppas just like the haitians
members they with me they ain’t got no patience
f+ck on that b+tch and get over it later
stop suckin d+ck i ain’t doin no favors
stay on my grind just like im a skater

(verse 2: gmebe bandz)
b+tch im a baker
up in this kitchen im cookin these vapors
countin this paper
glock on the table
i might jus go hit a caper
i keep a smith on my side like im jaden
and i will hunt yo ass down like im jason
hey you bendin over bullets like matrix
i be cookin up n servin the patrons
i got 90 sum shots for the haters
a lot of yall ain’t thinkin id make it
i got 100k stuffed in the bas+m+nt
we lost 100 guns n replaced them
every single one came with a laser
thick b+tch and i call her my shaker
f+ck her one time, ain’t wanna date her
cause she thought i was gunna come be her savior
pass her to the gang we finna slay her

(verse 3: lil chief dinero)
what the f+ck she thought that we was gon pay her?
keep in all black just like im a raider
matter fact im comin like im darth vader
we was trappin hard in front of bodega
cause n+ggas talkin like they really want war, like we were the ones that was sparkin sh+t daily
we was holdin out in front of that store, while you was askin for the lord to come save ya
all i know is get the money and stack it up
all my n+ggas go inside and we rack it up
all the opps they be mad they can’t f+ck with us
all the opps they be mad we don’t lack enough
free ya opp, then you know we gon clap him up
red tape on the scene they gon wrap him up
free ya opp, then you know we gon clap him up
red tape on the scene they gon wrap him up

(verse 4: gmebe bandz)
these rappers ass, trash
throw em in the trashcan fast
pull off in the h+llcat, do the whole dash and i might crash
12 on my ass but i gotta get gone
4 giottos and they all chrome
poppin bottles call my boy home
we head headshots that’s all dome
you could catch a bullet in the end zone, made 100k off a flip phone
and i’m stickin to the script holmes
keep the pills at my b+tch home
keep the bricks at the stash house, the other crib where we cash out
the fake spot, with the pigs hot got donuts and some hashbrowns

- gmebe lil chief dinero x gmebe bandz lyrics

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