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j. stackz - straight savage lyrics

[verse 1: yb]
my block’s straight savage
headshot, brain damage
from the 7th, where it’s [?] equals spray canners
beef ain’t nuttin’, these neeks stay runnin’
we ain’t f+ckin’ with police, my g’s say nuttin’
no, we keep it still with us
in the gaza, i’m surrounded by some real n+ggas
no pill n+ggas, we some real hitters
we don’t pill n+ggas, we some real hitters
no sneak dissin’, i let my g’s hit ’em
dodgin’ undies ‘cuz i ain’t tryna see prison
f+ck b+tches, i’m just tryna f+ck and go
violate, i know some n+ggas that will touch his home
stay poled up, bait ting, no gloves
i ain’t gotta scream woodgrange ‘cah they know us
and i ain’t even gotta say much
no new n+ggas, still rollin’ with them same tugs
still gotta keep my blade tucked
‘cah these paigon n+ggas want me where the graves are
uh, and you better have your heat as well
‘cah when i push it in a n+gga, he ‘gon need some help
i ain’t new to jail, but i’ve been to h+ll
woody road savages, we squeezin’ sh+lls
i’m from a place where n+ggas don’t show love
so i show none, so you better have your raasclaat phone tucked
‘cah when i push it in a n+gga, he ‘gon fold up
mm, ‘gon+
look, listen
[?], my n+gga step on the block if you test us
i insert my shank when i have a donny lookin’ ketchup
we [?] run, you’re f+cking snitchin’ when the feds come
i was blowin’ p’s, i had to go and get some
it’s my time, my n+ggas press when the time’s right
strally might f+cking cut off your lifeline
drill peak, i be on the block with some real gs
and them n+ggas ain’t wussy, they don’t feel me
them donnies lyin’, they ain’t sittin’ in the trap
last time i saw a donny, he was doin’ laps
he was talkin’ so i put on a paigon
couple days later, had me sittin’ in the station
he had me sittin’ in the station
no bally, you know i done it on a bait ting
you know i done it on a bait ting
woodgrange way, you know [?] shot
[verse 2: j stacks]
who’s moist? n+gga, i beg you, talk up
you ain’t ever ridin’ on my g’s, bunch of [?]
man, i’m never lackin’ out ‘ere with my [?] tucked
pole on me, f+ck that, i let the tool bruck
i ain’t into twitter beef, nah, n+gga, f+ck that
buck me in my zones, late nights where my tugs at
and then 3v1, we’ll come to your [?]
[?] thursday, know that we’re about that life
i been ridin’ six weeks straight, you don’t even know the half
me and crookz makin’ trips, yeah, we’re goin’ h+lla ‘ard
money on my mind, at least it got me working hard
no way i put my grind on hold for a computer, brah

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