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li rye - gangland lyrics

[intro]
(richie uhuh)
(hahahahaha (?))
(he know we up)
(f+ck is wrong with these b+tches)
(hahaha)
(man i just be laughing and sh+t i just be (?))
(yea, f+ck)

[p yungin: chorus]
that’s all you here is pillow talking in them songs that’s how you earn a casket
ever since i tucked that b+tch been trying to put some in a casket
boy you know i’m from that pack and you call that b+tch “that rachet”
go to upping with that glizzy got good aim just like my daddy
got good aim just like my brother
at 16 i slanged that cutter
i don’t like them b+tch ass n+ggas that want me die just let me buck them
really don’t f+ck with you or f+ck it let’s run down on each other
this a ar at your head i bet you can’t pick up that cutter
a lot of smoke inhale that sh+t
a lot of smoke i in here lit
oh you riding dirty with a bl!ck
won’t say a thing he just up the switch
we just picked a p+ssy b+tch n+gga out he ain’t got to make the list
n+gga talking about that cutter kit n+gga hold on wait my glock don’t miss
hold on wait b+tch this ain’t football send a blitz like they trying to come up in
li rye you know my big chopper here still tell them come up in
i be tripping now i’m thinking they trying to go with they plan
blow a face off before i do that make the b+tch gun come back (what)
man mhm mhm man
(big 26 n+gga)
(hahahaha +breathing sound+)
you know what the f+ck it is
(uhh)
(huh?) (huh?)
[li rye: verse]
i seen lil bro and them on the news for a few shootings this sh+t get wicked
thirty shots in this clip ain’t enough no more go get a fifty
these n+ggas died from being cheap your dumbass should have paid a ticket
love him to death but still can’t take one out the head this sh+t get risky
all i do is spend these racks you catch a opp just send a ticket
soon as felt my perc kick in i asked that hoe “you trying to l!ck it?”
boujee d+ck can f+ck on any b+tch but hoe tell me i’m picky
the way she sucking on my bone it feel like she might leave a hickey
stay with sticks in case this sh+t get sticky
in the city where it’s plain land
mobile ass f+ck but we done turned that b+tch to gang land
teddy bears and roses in the same spot they left his brain land
he knew this sh+t get serious so i don’t even know why he came in
know how it feel to lose a shooter that sh+t wasn’t apart of the game plan
high ass f+ck smoking on a pillow talking this my main strand
if you knew you wasn’t f+cking ‘fore when you got here why you came then?
they said “when that chopper hit his face then seen it cave in”
gangsta finna’ start with me, you seen a n+gga played when?
every number on my calendar i marked got the perfect day to spin
ar turned to paper plenty times it keep committing sins
you must don’t know what i’m smoking ten for standing on my ten
i’m from the gutter where it’s cool to go backdoor your friends
slime him out knowing they ass jump back to the end
hit the chopper from a distance might see them b+tches flipping in the wind
and don’t think you gone survive you ain’t 50 cent and this ain’t many men
[chorus: p yungin]
pillow talking in them songs that’s how you earn a casket
ever since i tucked that b+tch been trying to put some in a casket
boy you know i’m from that pack and you call that b+tch “that rachet”
go to upping with that glizzy got good aim just like my daddy
got good aim just like my brother
at 16 i slanged that cutter
i don’t like them b+tch ass n+ggas that want me die just let me buck them
really don’t f+ck with you or f+ck it let’s run down on each other
this a ar at your head i bet you can’t pick up that cutter (pick up that cutter)

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