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greedygang - who shot ya lyrics

[tru eden]
uh.. thoughts in my mind, lost in my head
thinkin bout the top shorty wanna go to bed
never sleep i just plot out my scheme
tryna million master mind my american dream
all these n-ggas wanna talk all my n-ggas wanna eat
reppin double g greedy be the gang
jersey be the name if you know me shorty ask me if i’m lonely
i said show me why you came
rollin with the gang solo dolo here go your
feet on the track tryna catch this money train
so i beat up the track like im tyson in the ring
none illa trilla let em quote what im sayin
remember me like im arthur, martin im the king
all i saw was a dream get it all with my team
p-ssy n-ggas couldn’t f-ck with a n-gga like me
now im back on these beats with the pack im a beast
break it down bringing it back to the streets
hit the trap with the strap give a f-ck about the beef
the world f-cked up and im f-cked up with it
hit it when im raw and im a f-cked up n-gga
rollin f-ckin stone got me f-cked up trippin
play your f-ckin role and jersey be the menace

[caution]

who shot ya ? they say whoever did it was proper
heard he ain’t comin back but hit my phone if he pop up
gloves mask and a skully do em right like i mopped up
silencer silence the lambs like clarice wen i knock huh
i’m anthony hopkins disrespectful like hopsin
ain’t money switch the topic i leave the b-tches to gossip
cuz they love it like they love a n-gga
if you don’t know the difference from guns & b-tta den u a sucka n-gga
f-xkin lame, i’m up sum change and i’m thinkin to make it stretch
like the 9th inning these n-ggas winnin lets make a bet
i’m puttin 50 on my youngin who thuggin like lil reese
i get em smoked chief keef thats 3 hunna for the beef
and s/o to my n-gga $t–ze we got everything u need
i wish u n-ggas would backwoods get blown breeze
i’m tellin b-tches blow me i’m on the way to the rollie
n-ggas hatin cuz i’m 20 and ballin jus like gin0bli
tryna take me out kobe and derrick don’t need permission from parents
or no clearance ill k!ll everyone that u cherish n-gga
i’m poppin now this sh-t sickenin who thinkin different
i’m xan mixin wit lean but don’t forget the business
these n-ggas b-tches i’m organizing a hitlist
gotta get the drop first for i check em make sure he finished
n-gga
i’m up 30 but i still won’t put u n-ggas in
and if it’s war den it’s war b-tch lets get it in
greedy

[banx$]
right ..its banx$..two big g’s p-ssy (haha)
we boutta get it in ..look ..uh
i got a snubbed nose revolver and it catch the sh-lls
connect fronted me a brick cuz i stretch it well
fiends snorting up the c0ke and the rest in h-ll
then let a n-gga try to burn us then he rest in h-ll
you can’t trust a n-gga askin how much on ya scale
its big business with the biscuit n-ggas know the deal
so do you really wanna go to war ?
which one of yall hold the four ?
which one of yall seen the pound ?
which one of yall really raw ?
yo caut, why these n-ggas talkin beef sh-t ?
no compartment in the car these truies where my piece sit
aim the ao out the window let that thing kick
and yall ain’t bussin back so stop talkin bout that street sh-t
these fake -ss n-ggas sending hate through a sneak diss
and its so sad cuz young banx$ is slept on
but i can wake em up with three bars from my next song
but lets see if they still get wild when the teck drawn
you ain’t fitted ski mask and my teck on
i black in the booth its pitch black in my sessions
big mack in his pack with hollow points from my weapon
i spill forreal these n-ggas mad cuz im next on
im so jersey got the tat on my stomach my wratchet keep dumpin
you f-ggots keep on actin and bluffin
you rattin for nothin you b-tch made n-ggas is sick
im bout to give a b-tch made n-gga b-tch my d-ck p-ssy

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