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hbk 03li, moose fablo & backend rilla - 3 man weave lyrics

[intro: moose fablo]
tmo, grah, tmo (wuggy)
tmo, like tmo darkside 69 (wuggy, wuggy, wug)
tmo, uh, tmo (grah grah grah)
tmo, tmo, tmo darkside 69 (fablo)

[verse 1: moose fablo, backend rilla, hbk 03li]
i was fighting a case, still doing them hits (doing them hits)
f+ck that, them kids getting under my skin (under my skin)
walk up, please make sure that it’s him (wuggy, wuggy)
when i hang out the roof, tryna do him like+ (walk up gang, grah)
bro walking up while he hang out the roof
it don’t matter to me, i’m tryna hop out this coupe (baow, baow, baow)
this .45 on my hip, it going kuu
b+tch, i’m with eli, he screaming whoopty woo (like, whoopty layo)
like, i’m with backend, you know he the rilla, he told me to try, i’mma pass the assist
i got the re, i’mma throw off the hip, fablo shot the three off the fl!ck of the wrist
why the f+ck the opps happy they shot at a b+tch
man, i thought that i missеd, but his whole body flipped (graow, graow, graow)
pew pеw, you cannot duck from this switch (where you going), stomach shot, bullets coming out when he sh+t (ah ah)
i’m too old to go chase so he better not trip (where you going), citizens app think we only threw 6 (d+mn), f+ck it, at least they what we did (they know)
i’m like trap city rob when it come to these clips (baow, baow)
goofy took off the list, and b+tch, i’m with dot, the maybach [?] laced
we might troop through your strip like who [?] the grips, he don’t know how to oot, in this ride, you can’t fit (can’t fit)
[?] hop out so quick, get em k!lled, on the rock, but i f+ck with my crips that’s not [?]
go ask lil shhh how them how bullets feel, you in the trenches, you out here loafing
goofy, walking target with your steel
only the slimes, give a f+ck ’bout a deal
remember them days i ain’t have me a meal
50 mil, turn a rack to a billi
steam in this blunt, gon’ sound like a chimney
backdoor [?] brittney, fablo toting whitney
b+tches bounce back, something like stimmies
n+ggas be turners, ain’t talking ’bout timmy
[?] a b+tch, hit in his shimmy
i miss my brodie, my woadie, my kizzy
said he smoking on bro, that boy is silly, n+ggas love d+ck like some f+ggots, no diddy
wa+wa+walk up gang, tryna do him like (wuggy, wuggy)
n+gga muslim jacking the church, he silly (like how)
african boy, so i stay with a drum (african boy), african boy, so i came with a stick (grah, grah, grah)
poled up, no, i am not trying to fist, said that i dubbed, but he ran when he missed, ion blame him (why you running), them n+ggas know how i get
you can call my phone if you need you a slip, i might shoot in the spot, don’t pull out the kick
you gotta be patient when you tryna get rich, if you f+ck up the play, you get slapped with a grip
one of the opps, i was f+cking his sis, i walk in his crib like, “what’s in the fridge”, now when i see him, he getting spliffed
(now when i see him, he getting spliffed)

- hbk 03li moose fablo backend rilla lyrics

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