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gmebe - computers lyrics

[verse 1: pistol]

all these computer -ss n-gg-s on the internet
n-gg- face book wolf, and insta flex
go get a n-gg- face took another n-gg- stretched
i see some n-gg-s sub tweets so i’m like where they at?
alotta n-gg-s ho less and them n-gg-s know it
if he a walking stain ima check and roll him
i pull up on the opps, with that mac and blow it
and i might just double back right after i reload it
forty k got that seven he don’t f-ck around
boss kat already on the move and he just touched back down
lil bro got snatched up for that shit and he ain’t make a sound
and now he right back tryna take another man down
boss kat he a shooter spot an intruder he blasting them rugers
he blasting shayla, blasting for scottie, blasting for roe he blasting medullas
we drilling and we liking them drillers computers that heat it so sexy it came with a cooler
charlie out beamer like 2 or 3 rulers i got it in traffic and its only a mutor
my n-gg-s they savage, 4 deep with 4 ratchets in traffic
tryna see if them n-gg-s all lacking dinero like pistol i think we got action
hopping out and we blasting, you sleeping in the streets and a casket
my n-gg-s so reckless and we slide through your block we gon wreck shit
smoking scottie that wet shit, rolling dutchies don’t p-ss it
all my n-gg-s be cashing , if you broke get a casket

[verse2: allo]
whats up with all these net works especially facebook
catch a n-gg- face to face see how his face look
don’t get your face took
don’t get your face took
im on the o block when i post up you know them mops out
call up zola that my shooter don’t get dropped now
we out here lurking n-gg-s nervous why they hiding out
but all on net talking bout that life they not about
n-gg-s not up on they block pull up flash some shots then come back around
and i won’t make a sound, and i won’t make a sound
3p keep the drum, ya’ll know murda aim for none he blow a n-gg- down
and i just bought a brand new chopper
if you want call me we got free smoke make you the topic
b-tch we gang banging getting money this shit ain’t nothing
slide on these chains with the gang bodies dropping
dont do no boxing if its problem boojie off em
these hoes be stalking f-ck one time then never call them
pull up gang playing n-gg-s on they shit
got perfect shooters when they shoot b-tch they dont miss
so you could duck or you get hit
then i right back smoking mane like oh know shit

[verse3: lil chief dinero]
n-gg-s say they got macs they talking bout computers
they is not up in this field they is not some shooters
we dont like the network or these computers
when we sliding when we riding money got the ruger
if he sneak diss have lil bravo come and stretch him out
he acting though for these b-tches for some f-cking clout
i give boss kat a large amount and he be at yo house
jp just bought a new mac go check our body count
and all my n-gg-s real demons on the low scheming
pull up in steamers for my shorties while im in that beamer
you see me in that beamer best believe i got my nina
its holding 30 come through flood yo block just like katrina
if you ain’t with us you against us b-tch its f-ck the city
pull up gang we got macs we got f-cking semis
his b-tch is one me cuz he lonely she know im that n-gg-
im counting figures pulling triggers trapping in the winter
scottie dancing in the party for my n-gg- scottie
and if you mention scottie bd bringing out the tommy
they know im just like streets with that tool
bodies on the drive go ask the news
they like the t smoking mane
roe block smoking that shit too

[verse4: jp armani]
this here for my n-gg-s on that 4 we grab that tool
for osach-lla i got em just watch the news
my n-gg-s demons but im roemo with that tool
n-gg-s lacking ima sco like sco would do
up off the scottie with some maine up in the two
lil roc pour up 6 of that blood thats rohnny ju
getting a thousand from features spend that on shoes
shoe box stanked up in this crib that ain’t no schoes
flex chino box im like debo i take yo trues
no face no case thats yo maine i ain’t got no clue
they like jp doing stains thats what i do
roe block b-tch thats the gang b-tch thats the crew
riding trough the stains with murda
thats what i call dollar tell murda

- gmebe lyrics

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