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mori briscoe - sos lyrics

[verse]
sos they know this sh+t, cl!ckin’ and reload the grip
ask the opps what’s up, ltf we up the scorin’, tuh
i can’t say too much ‘cause 12 watchin’ they gon’ blow my sh+t
why you hit me on the gram beefin’ if you know it’s lit?
ion gotta backdoor, i’m comin’ through the front
drop a diss, you get hit, n+ggas better grab they gun
and i could name examples, n+ggas trolled thought it was fun
we made all the opps light candles for they mans that’s in a blunt
like, what happened to tony? they ain’t terrorize for t
belt to ass to pmg then we gon’ slide up on the b
and we ain’t gettin’ cool wit’ them, it’s forever beef
me and bro done caught a few and had ‘em jumpin’ out they sneaks
tell ‘em turn they savage up, n+ggas p+ssy, they ain’t threats
the trips we took ain’t addin’ up, n+ggas rookies but we vets
we made it lit on every block who said it’s up, who next?
like, shout out slime he did him slime, hit his neck
so many oppositions who was dissin’ and they died
i could really go and p+ss on them but they up in the sky
four deep in a [?] we gon’ hop out like surprise
keep in mind, that same sh+t that make you laugh gon’ make you cry
i be wit’ the rappers who be rappin’ sh+t like cena do
might go shoot a vid’ then blow a block up like a cannon do
show ‘em we get busy, we gon’ throw in front the cameras too
bro threw a — and watch him dance like mc hammer do
n+ggas know, we hopped in that car before we hit the booth
look at sha they put bullet holes inside him like a flute
he should’ve died, go get active, why you rappin’ in the stu?
free the slimes, we was young and thuggin’ all we knew was shoot
tony wit’ the tdott and dior wit’ the bdot
add gusto for the grabba if i don’t this spliff gon’ float
a couple opps got shot n+ggas took it on a b hop
get up on them proper then it’s (murder) what she wrote
like, foenem walk sh+t down so i know he stay in shape
free my dawg he sittin’ down he pulled his mask down off his face
my young boy super st+rdy, .38 won’t leave a trace
long live twin we gon’ spin tryna leave a hole in n+ggas face

- mori briscoe lyrics

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