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mello buckzz - computer murders (remix) lyrics

[intro]
l’s, look, look (red dots, red dots, red dots, red dots, red dots, phew, phew)
buckzz, let’s get it (red dots, red dots, red dots)
(yo, ybh) let’s go

[verse 1]
sliding through they hood, pull on they block and hit they stores
really like that, ain’t no shooting from no corners, we gon’ score
150 active, green dot, wipe his nose, green snot
caught him in traffic playing youngboy, put like fifty in his top
we gon’ slide on every opp, that’s ’cause we greedy, ain’t no pick and choose
bro ‘nem really wicked, chased the n+gga down in gucci shoes
you so internet, we got your lo’, that’s ‘causе you giving clothes
n+ggas really goofies making music, call that loonеy tunes
i won’t even argue, put my brothers on your head
and they might pop dressed in black, but everybody seeing red
get to spraying at your face, put some hot sh+t through your dreads
steady talking, now you up there with him, you can’t diss the dead
i be looking for some problems, don’t no n+ggas want some smoke
i turned that lil’ boy into a pack for real and rolled him, now i’m choking
better not catch me off no bars, i be upping for no reason
hop in traffic and i take off, i don’t gotta put no keys in
n+ggas chasing it, they faking, acting like they boujee sipping
pour up wocky by yourself, but sip on tris around some b+tches
oh, you outside with your pipe? i don’t know why ’cause you ain’t fishing
should of popped out playing ball ’cause we gon’ pop out with them switches
mm+mm, we still dissing dead opps
i be smoking on new pack, that’s every time they ass drop
we still posted on our blocks, don’t give a f+ck if twelve hot
opps don’t slide for real, they getting lucky off a leg shot
[bridge]
red dots, red dots, red dots, red dots, red dots, phew, phew
red dots, red dots, red dots, red dots, red dots, red dots, red dots
forever grinding

[verse 2]
get on point, i’m on his car, i think he still trailing
if i bust a right, he bust a right, we up like twenty weapons
red dots through every car, fah, turn that lemon melon
high speed on the jakes, we ride with switches, everybody felons
red dots, headshot, leg shot, face shot, bullets flying, n+ggas dying, b+tches with ’em, lace shot
red dots, red dots, red dots, red dots
oh, chee
this the remix

[outro]
ayy, ayy, we ain’t worried ’bout y’all p+ssy ass
uh, uh, we ain’t into that
we ain’t worried ’bout y’all p+ssy ass
on the internet, p+ssy, we ain’t into that
l’s, look, red dots, red dots, red dots
red dots, baow

- mello buckzz lyrics

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