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la.socket - ride out lyrics

[intro]
aye, you know it la sa
and i keep my motherf-cking glock
aye, yb let’s pipe ’em up bro!

[verse]
watchu tryna do, said you got shorties who gon’ shoot
sliding ’round with them choppas, but my dogs they love to scoot
lotta bananas ’cause i be around gorillas like the zoo
sneak dissin’ through that music, ha lil bro ’cause we in the stu
robbed my plug and bought a foreign, now they say i’m acting new
don’t you come around me if you know you ain’t gon’ shoot
when i’m cruising down they block these n-ggas love to call a truce
bro, you know i love to stain, and i kick sh-t just like i’m bruce
n-ggas talk that murder, why n0body love to slide out
he said he wouldn’t, load the choppa bro it’s time to ride out
’cause they found ’em, don’t say a word
let them think it died down
he post a snap, see where he at
now it’s time to slide down
looking for us, more extension cords
boy, she tied down
hit the corner, tires screech, and only let off five rounds
them boys was scared, when you slept why you ain’t have that top with ya
heard you ain’t shoot a thing, now your own gang don’t rock with ya
my lil boy just hit my line and said he f-cked an op’s sister
i told him well, them boys ain’t know sh-t but just keep that glock with ya
metal creek had three spots, walked around with three glocks
shot his party, k!lled two n-ggas, we hit ’bout three thots
if you step, you gon’ step, if you ain’t then keep the silence
’cause we got a lot of bullets, and we love to bring the violence
i whip it up and make it triple, you would think this sh-t was science
your bullets went the wrong way, you need to go and get some guidance
shorty came through with a friend, so i guess she f-cking too
lot of n-ggas say they real, but bro i only met a few
give my young boy 200 just to knock you out your shoes
oh, you think that lil b-tch loyal, d-mn bro, only if you knew
big glock in my pants, it mix a n-gga like some stew
n-ggas telling on the block, i heard you n-ggas dropping clues
you confused, do this, soon sh-t became a mood
n-ggas talk down, you get mad, angry, i just like to shoot
i told my mama i’m doing better, but i ain’t tell her the truth
i walked on the field and start hitting sh-t just like i’m roof
keep them glocks off in the field, to pick a n-gga like a fruit
i brought shorty on a drip with me, she said that sh-t was cute

- la socket lyrics

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