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li rye - precision lyrics

[intro]
what?

[verse]
on murder i make millions n+gga
lil bro hit at civilians n+gga
this switch hit with precision n+gga
slice sh+t up no incision n+gga
the only difference is the stage bigger
them xanax make me rage quicker
wockhardt i don’t f+ck with liquor
slimey i don’t f+ck with n+ggas
perkys let her snort a little
sliding to get that sh+t out my system
grimy make his sister friend k!ll him
my heart cold and my blood thicker
bhlacky keep passing out percocets starting to think that sh+t a test
i give that lil hoe half this percocet we gone have perfect s+x
drop 30,000 dollars in my mouth i got the perfect set
i can leave 1017 right now today and i’m still gone f+ck with sett
gambling addict just like my f+cking daddy favorite word might be bet
said i “won’t drop a rolls” my pops said “f+ck that n+gga drop a ‘vette”
pull up foreign parked that b+tch in the road and get they p+ssys wet
sipping too much lean i need to start drinking water i barely f+cking sweat
she know i got them racks do what i say that’s my lil teacher’s pet
bad lil b+tch from flordia told me that she want to give me some “jwett”
i need somebody from flordia to tell me what the f+
what the f+ck is jwett
i don’t+ i ain’t never looked it up or none i just+ i need somebody to tell me
aight
focused on that bag she can’t get me no drops then i don’t want her
i been smoking opps soon as i walk in you smell my aroma
n+ggas snitch then pray that 12 raid like they from oklahoma
dropped a diss and died in less then 12 days his ass a local joke
got a partner that can give you 10 to 12 days all he need is your social
young and dumb we went on multiple hits up out the same toyota
i can’t stop sipping green i’m moving slow and slowing my words like yoda
hoe keep lying like i put d+ck up on her and i don’t even f+cking know her
i gotta change the flow they rapping slow i switch it up too
i’ma keep that sh+t a buck if you play tuff i’d probably hoe you
what’s in your pockets ain’t enough
extortion season don’t make me blow you
you see my pistol, how it ain’t tucked? b+tch if you buck we gone show you
the reason i’m a gravedigger
he ain’t f+cked up till’ he heard my music b+tch i really made n+ggas
my draco weird when he got hungry told me how he crave n+ggas
how you my brother we never starved and i wasn’t in that cage with you
keep it real forever i ain’t no fake k!ller
pass her to the clique let lil bro them hit you still gone lip kiss her
them boys don’t want no smoke bring up my name watch they say “there ain’t issue”
when red died i can’t even lie i used up all the tissue
they we stand on business i already’d slide before i dropped too official
in the streets my name hold weights
n+gga know this sh+t can get too official

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