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mobsquad nard - peephole lyrics

[intro]
ayy, straight up soldier

[chorus: mobsquad snap sosa]
keep a real n-gg- by the peephole
got some young n-gg-s on go ’bout it
all these n-gg-s talk about is more choppers
n-gg-s know i get it for the low probably
n-gg-s steady asking ’bout the old molly
n-gg-s know i get it for the low probably
n-gg- ain’t sh-t pop, it ain’t no shopping
n-gg-s know i get it for the low probably
keep a real n-gg- by the peephole
got some young n-gg-s on go ’bout it
all these n-gg-s talk about is more choppers
n-gg-s know i get it for the low probably
n-gg-s steady asking ’bout the old molly
n-gg-s know i get it for the low probably
n-gg- ain’t sh-t pop, it ain’t no shopping
n-gg-s know i get it for the low probably

[verse 1: mobsquad snap sosa]
baby chopper by the peephole
got a n-gg- lookin’ like a sweet ho
tell him where he live and how he eat so
we could be discreet when we creep low
shaking like a stripper, we’ll apply the pressure
pull up with the pistol on the seat bro
paying for protection, we just teach lessons
bulletproof vest and now he beast mode
thirty in the clip, fourteen in the pocket
we ain’t really stressin’ ’bout a reload
we was gettin’ money, clutching on them rockets
pull up with them choppers, now the street cold
fillin’ up they pockets, got these youngins ready
for to take a n-gg- like he free dope
two up in his head like a free throw
go see if he dead, he gave him three more
n-gg- why you playin’, dollars on your head
got these n-gg-s smackin’ for the c-notes
know his nose bleeding when he see dope
trigger finger itching when i see dope
take him for the joe like a free phone
know his last shower, no it’s no pity
women and children n-gg-, no pity
we can’t shy away from the g code

[verse 2: mobsquad snap nard]
rest in peace to slim, i’m riding k’ed up
i’m in the drop, tryna see things different
i just want the money bag, really i’m ballin’
they said that on the fly, one call you can get it when you need it
2012 molly, i got it
pull up to the sh-ll park and hop out it
all of my [?] got a low and start beatin’, no boppin’
when it’s out you ain’t gon’ cop it
just know i keep a blood cousin by the peephole
b-tch i might as well be a blood n-gg-
came from a long line of thugs
no coincidence i’m runnin’ with the thug n-gg-s
got some money, step off in the kitchen
aka the laboratory for the drug dealers
i’ll come cook it for you if you call
my numbers through the roof, goofies in the phone n-gg-
sh-t real on this side of the peephole
got xans, they excited for people
it’s band for quarter pound of the reefer
got some young n-gg-s pullin’ your fire, they all in cream mode
breaking down the units, we don’t sell ’em big
’05 g’s, ’07 mid
i’m in the living room with ’bout four choppers
get it for the low, it ain’t no probably

- mobsquad nard lyrics

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