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lil bucks x 1meree x ot7 quanny - halftime lyrics

[intro: lil bucks]
(man f+ck andrew)
(bobby brown b+tch)
mhm, mhm, mhm mhm mhm
y’all know what the f+ck we on, (yeah y’all know what the f+ck we on n+gga)
no cap n+gga, i ain’t gotta repeat myself n+gga
ya heard me, what i say though
ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay

[verse 1: lil bucks]
and i’m back on my act and i’m snapping
his mom can’t see em’ closed casket
we ain’t passing the ball we jacking
he got fouled out the game he was wacking
lil bro tryn’ spin tryn’ chase y’all, we bout to take off
f+ck the opps, man we hate y’all
slide to the courts tryn’ play ball
we hit ya man up you already know we gon’ skate off
(screams)
bro put the mask on brodie gon’ dump
this 40 got kickback, 50 shot drum
he got hit in his head and his top went numb
then he got hit with the pump

[verse 2: 1mere]
we was in the bando 10 deep, looking for a l!ck to the crack out a benz jeep, go
n+gga i’m a goat, i’ll run like 10 feet, f+cking this b+tch where her friend sleep, go
we crash johnny’s and d’s go, everything we do on that block be illegal, eww
the clip on the glizzy be see through, eww, spin a n+gga block i’ll teach you, ewww
this b+tch want bread and weed, this b+tch wan f+ck off the meds and things, eww
say go then i rock wit it
i don’t even wanna f+ck if i don’t get a little top wit it
smoke opps hotbox wit it
we aim for the chest croptop wit it, uh

[verse 3: ot7 quanny]
(uh, uh, uh uh)
ya head, we knocking it off
we want blood, like sauce
i hope the next drill go right
we shoot sh+t up, fortnite
hit his head, glocked up
i make a call they pop up
we put sh+lls in his stomach, he knocked up
they put no pressure we shake through it
i got a glock hit harder than ray lewis, bow
you want smoke, i heard you
got more off+white than vergil
we only giving out facials, we leave that boy with one eye like plankton
we leave work wit 6 shots
i’m on my way to the tip top, i got two hoes in the bed doing lip locks
we take them out like the trash
we turn his name to gas, big zoo gang no bap step on that ass
we selling weed and fetty, we put his head on a platter, spaghetti
[outro: ot7 quanny]
we doing drills like they legal
i’m in the field like the eagles, i’m high ash+t of 3 different people
n+gga want smoke come see you
know i’m on point like a needle

- lil bucks x 1meree x ot7 quanny lyrics

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