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heist187 – underwater freestyle lyrics

[verse 1]
n+gga we run it (run to the bank)
we gettin the check in (pull to the bank)
i’m f+ckin that b+tch (takin yo drank)
she wanted my d+ck (yo n+gga a stain)
pull out the glock aim at his top
n+gga start movin we runnin his pockets
i might go piranha it’s sharks in the water
he hittin that [?] folded on water
i slap that b+tch like i’m sellin a product
i hit the l!ck hid the shotty in closet
but all of you n+ggas be talkin the gossip
i’m runnin they pockets i’m gettin the profit
[?] dramatic she not primadonna
i take the soul with my d+ck to they momma
i beat the p+ssy she call me her father
pass me the [?] not too astonished
p+ssy [?] i cannot front
pump to the face i hit it you chumps
tote me the gun i might shoot em by one
out of sight out of mind
don’t care where you from
start hittin the road i get in the back
i smoke me a pack got packs to the sacks
i roll up some gas [?] in the front
backwoods in the trunk get head in the back
throw me the strap we runnin like laps
yo b+tch in the trap she boutta get passed
she boutta come suck me she wanna come sucky
i rubber my ducky
no [?] in the tummy
don’t f+ck with yac i might bust with the tommy
n+ggas want somethin don’t owe you sh+t nothin
she want relation don’t f+ck with the cousin
[?] i’m stackin this money
put on a ski like a everyday thing
n+gga this choppa it make you go bling
rollin off percies i’m boutta go deep
f+ck yo b+tch p+ssy her [?]
[hook]
i’m feelin underwater
i’m feelin underwater
i’m feelin underwater
i’m feelin underwater
i’m feelin underwater
i’m feelin underwater
i’m feelin underwater
i’m feelin underwater

[verse 2]
yeah b+tch we run it like that
have a safe trip off the xan
n+gga i shoot at yo mans
n+gga i shoot at yo mans
yo n+gga don’t want it like that
hit a quick right to his pad
stomp on his face like a bag
took off a quarter in xans
skirt off hit the road
my n+ggas we boutta go smoke
n+gga might f+ck with a pole
n+gga might f+ck with the pole
choppa aim right at his nose
yac with the .38 nose
n+gga we aim at yo bros
n+gga we aim at yo bros
my n+gga trae with a scope
n+gga you boutta go fold
don’t wanna f+ck with a smoke
i’m rollin i’m smokin on dope
[hook]
you n+ggas can’t f+ck with a crow
you n+ggas can’t f+ck with a crow
this ain’t the yellow brick road
this ain’t the yellow brick road
you n+ggas can’t f+ck with a crow
you n+ggas can’t f+ck with a crow
i’m rollin i’m smokin on dope
i’m rollin i’m smokin on dope

- heist187 lyrics

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