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lil ruin - “get down or get blown” lyrics

[intro: lil ruin]
(yeah… hah!)
hit his ass up, then we peel — on my soul, b+tch, that’s for real (bow!)
we ain’t doin’ no warnin’ shots, last opp got popped like pills (b+tch!)
ruin season in full effect, get down or get blown, f+ck how you feel (grrah!)
(ayy, scoom, load that sh+t up!)

[verse 1: lil ruin]
quick to smack a ho, i ain’t arguin’, i’ll break her jaw (f+ck that b+tch!)
sneak dissin’ on the ‘gram, i bet he bleed behind that post (boom!)
that ain’t your ho, she f+cked my bro, then ate me up behind the store
she call you “daddy,” but i’m the one she beg to hit it on the floor (facts!)
catch a opp in traffic, send his soul right through the dash
choppa heavy like my past, better pray this switch don’t blast (rah+rah!)
had to throw my ski back on — we slid through sh+t without a mask
b+tch, i’m posted where it’s cursed, so much smoke, lungs look like ash (p+ssy!)

[hook: lil ruin]
yeah, we pop out with that pressure (pressure!)
hit that block and stretch whoever (boom, boom!)
leave his shirt red like a tesla
we don’t talk, we leave you messed up (grrah!)
i got demons in my section
i got bodies in my dresser (b+tch!)
if you speak on ruin name, you best be packin’ with a stretcher
(you best be packin’ with a—)
[verse 2: lil ruin]
b+tch, we ride in srts, full of glocks and felonies
you catch me lackin’? never me — your lil’ bro died for testin’ me (facts!)
we jump gates, we crash on feet, we hawk sh+t down like it’s a sport
he got hit up at that court, tried to run but came up short (bah+bah!)
b+tch, i’m off this dirty wock’, still alert, i’m never slumped
caught a goofy tryin’ stunt, filled him up and left him slumped (boom!)
yeah, my shooter off that runtz, he pop percs and don’t say much
if i said it, it’s already done — better pray your people clutch (dead man!)

[interlude: lil ruin]
(yeah… yeah)
on bro, y’all know how we steppin’ (steppin’ hard!)
world think i did it? cool, let ‘em
just know that switch ain’t jammin’ when we pressin’ (grrah, grrah, grrah!)
ruin season forever, b+tch

[verse 3: lil ruin]
b+tch, i’m heartless, i don’t feel, this life been cold since ‘012
heard they cl!cked up, that’s cute as h+ll — they gon’ die in groups as well (facts!)
don’t do clubs, we trap in h+ll, send that addy, we raise h+ll
i done made like fifty sales before the jakes hopped out and bailed (skrrt!)
f+ck a label if they cappin’
b+tch, i’m signed to that street action
if it’s smoke, then why he lackin’?
he got turned to insta caption (boom!)
now they cryin’, talkin’ “tragic” — shoulda known what woulda happened
this that real life, no reenactin’, we don’t type, we make sh+t vanish (p+ssy!)
[hook: lil ruin]
yeah, we pop out with that pressure
hit that block and stretch whoever
leave his shirt red like a tesla
we don’t talk, we leave you messed up
i got demons in my section
i got bodies in my dresser
if you speak on ruin name, you best be packin’ with a stretcher
(you best be packin’ with a—)

[outro: lil ruin]
b+tch, i’m outside with it
big sticks, we don’t hide with it
you duck late? you die with it
third vid, b+tch, i slide different
lil ruin — scoom gang
“get down or get blown”
(f+ck the opps!)

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