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moneyymitcch - shordy lyrics

[chorus]
then i make the wrong move
he say he clutchin’, i ain’t worried bout it
dissin’ on your dawg, you must not care, cause he ain’t slide bout it
talking to my .9, cause when she blow she hit his head probably
rip straight through his back and hit his spine, call me the drill sergeant
ima let it pop like fireworks, don’t need no d+mn lighter
ima spark it up and it go tssss and blow his d+mn noggin
she gone buss it open cause she think she running my pockets
n+gga ain’t no goofy, yeah okay, thought sh+t was sweet probably
i’m gone send him 30 shots, i’m curry in that field shordy
ima blow the stick and it go boom, have your ears poppin’

[verse 1]
b+tch, go check the news
i’m tryna tеll you, sh+t get real shordy
n+gga think he tough and hе untouchable, let’s be real shordy
n+ggas getting mad, he 38, what you gone do about it
n+ggas steady lying, he telling stories, we can hit bout it
n+gga hear that switch, he get to sprinting, n+gga still slide
n+ggas love the net, but he won’t say it, but he’ll still type it
he was in that cell, thought yall was close, he ain’t still write em
heard he checking out, he on that paper, yeah he snitched probably
he get no respect, that boy a b+tch, he shouldn’t have been talking
bro be quiet, you hear that sh+t, go grab that bl!ck brody
turn it down, and bronem be on point, they tryna blitz some
shooting out the window, fafafa, n+gga still running
got a bl!ck but ain’t gone use it, how that work
n+gga shoot some
[chorus]
then i make the wrong move
he say he clutchin’, i ain’t worried bout it
dissin’ on your dawg, you must not care, cause he ain’t slide bout it
talking to my .9, cause when she blow she hit his head probably
rip straight through his back and hit his spine, call me the drill sergeant
ima let it pop like fireworks, don’t need no d+mn lighter
ima spark it up and it go (tssss) and blow his d+mn noggin
she gone buss it open cause she think she running my pockets
n+gga ain’t no goofy, yeah okay, thought sh+t was sweet probably
i’m gone send him 30 shots, i’m curry in that field shordy
ima blow the stick and it go boom, have your ears poppin’

- moneyymitcch lyrics

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