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mia ghost & mia getem - bump lyrics

can’t troll me, lil n+gga you ain’t got no rank
that b+tch eatin’ d+ck fareal, n+gga you ain’t got no saint
boy i ain’t yo opp, you tryna crash cause you ain’t got no name
ain’t gotta get back
so get trolled if you is not no face
give a f+ck if you”on go” fareal, you can’t stop no k
i be tryna find out when these lil n+ggas got so laced
seen me out & ain’t do sh+t but talk, boy you is not no ape
you is not no tweak, cause if you was
you would’ve dropped yo nuts
they was just fans, so when the f+ck these n+ggas got so cut?
let this b+tch ring, boy i ain’t callin’ you & not yo bluff
n+ggas would’ve stepped if they was bout it
but they not on nothin
throw the r through yo sh+t, make a n+gga drop his b+tton
throw a opp party, i’ll have lil gang stop yo function
let lil bro die & ain’t do sh+t
boy you is not my cousin
f+ck a drop, lil getem tryna drop shots on somethin

b+tch, 300 blackout wit no magic, make a crib go poof
this n+gga lyin’ through his t++th, i’ma shoot him through his tooth
these n+ggas keep on dyin’ round this b+tch for all that movin’ loose
me and bro bl!cked up, trollin’ opps, tryna see who ah hoop
i told him bump, he slid down and lost his mans & his bumper
f+cked the hood up, he told dukes he”ran into somethin”
brody trippin’ in his b+tch, he off a xan & a upper
actin’ like it’s smoke, that’s how you get yo mans put in somethin
actin’ like he bout it
till his ass, just another body
dead man walkin
that n+gga ain’t nothin’ but a zombie
up up on the score, but still tryna catch another homi
if you scared to blow yo stick then boy keep yo ass from round me
how the f+ck is he on that when he don’t off sh+t?
n+ggas gotta quit it with all that think they gettin’ off sh+t
muhf+ckas fakin’ it for the clout, fareal, we all hip
borrowin’ some sh+t, the only time they havin”dog” sh+t
it ain’t a n+gga with me, soft i be with all pits
you’ll see a opp & call in i ain’t gon’ call sh+t
all 10, these n+ggas all talk, that’s what i call”b+tch”
think we boxin, get put in a casket with a balled fist

if it’s smoke let me know, smoke a n+gga like a breeze
n+ggas soft when they ain’t with they mans, you is not no tweak
every month we slidin, tryna make them lil n+ggas grieve
push up on the r, get yo stupid ass put on a t
actin’ like it’s smoke, you’ll get yo ass put in a leaf

soon as they get the cops involved, we coppin’ out the beef
bro said he ain’t shootin’ out the car, we hoppin’ out on feet
they ain’t even locked in n+ggas dyin’ for the clout, lowkey

- mia ghost mia getem lyrics

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