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mtd herbio - allah (feat. clay “krucial” perry iii lyrics

[intro: mtd herbio]
(ah, ah)
(ah, on some real sh+t)
(aye, they not f+cking with the boy, mtd, big 45, throw the flag up, all gas, no brakes, b+tch) (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[verse 1: mtd herbio]
rock with the lord, i been tryna get closer to allah
أكذبت أنا مسيحيون
f+cking this b+tch, pullin’ on her hijab (hijab, woah)
b+tch, this my job (woah)
rapping and flipping the bread, like i’m bob
suite with the 49ers, bring rob (woah)
perc’s with the taliban, but no bomb
f+ck on adele, she’ll probably make a song (probably make a song)
these rappers a joke, they never spit that they actually wrote (actually wrote)
they showing off sticks they don’t actually tote (tote, ooh, wow)
chill on the boat, with the goat, call him “krucial”, he leaving the opps with no hope (no hope, yeah)
b+tch suicidal, i bought her a rope
my dawg kinda musty, i bought him some soap (bought him some soap)
chill with my grandma, we reading the bible, in the book of psalm it say, “thou must go get thou some dough” (get thou some dough, woah)
f+ck is you standing there for? (woah)
you with the gang? you gon’ pour me four, you gon’ pop at the opps, whenever i say so (pour me a four, whenever i say so)
told her, “don’t move”, like my name boonie moe (boonie moe)
p+ssy real bald, call that b+tch doodie lo (doodie lo)
roll with a stick on me, feel like i’m joe (joe)
don’t f+ck with folks like ebenezer, ghost
[chorus: mtd herbio]
bullets fly, just like twitter
homicide, made my figures
cross the line, catch a splinter
f+ck around, you a swisher
talk online, lose your sister (b+tch)
i got lines, in my system
call it .9, not no pistol
i’m the don, call me mista (mista)

[verse 2: mtd herbio]
getting ready to slide
how you gon’ speak on some sh+t you ain’t try?
i keep a buckshot, it pop at his eye (bow)
whole lotta talk, but they don’t want the fire (fire, no)
whole lotta noise, til i pull out that iron
they don’t know the real white boy, so come try
tryna step to me? better know you gon’ die (better know you gon’ die)
no evidence, it’s a staged suicide (staged suicide)
come get your b+tch, ‘fore she get out of line (get out of line)

folks just be hating, ain’t n0body real
they was giving out names when the cops hit the crib (cops hit the crib, aye)
everybody sweet, nut up on they hoe’s lip
give that white boy a mask, bet he won’t run a drill (ha ha)
and that’s why im real
speak on my name, i’ll real deal get you k!lled
everybody talk like they been in the field (been in the field)
but where was you at? we was up in the trap, we was moving them packs, nah, i ain’t heard of him (nah, i ain’t heard of him)
hide the deal, baby, crack the seal (woah, ooh, wow)
shawty getting mad, cause i ain’t like her f+cking reel (like her f+cking real, yeah, yeah)
told that b+tch, im out here sending shots to these boys ribs (bang)
had to get it off the rip, take the pack, and then i dip, cause

[chorus: mtd herbio & clay “krucial” perry iii]
bullets fly, just like twitter
homicide, made my figures
cross the line, catch a splinter
f+ck around, you a swisher
talk online, lose your sister
i got lines, in my system
call it .9, not no pistol
i’m the don, call me mista (yeah)

[verse 3: clay “krucial” perry & mtd herbio]
baby, i done did, just sold drugs, it’s whatever (baby, it’s whatever)
i just hit my blunt, doubled up my cup, dance with the devil, hold on (dance with the devil, yeah)
shawty dressed in red like santa’s helpers, popped a tesla (pop up)
b+tch, my diamonds elsa (froze)
he went and ran his money up, cause n0body would help him (cause n0body would help him, nah)
i only did right by this b+tch, so i probably couldn’t tell you what the f+ck she left for (aye, aye)
who you know mixing codeine with this seltzer?
take down an addy, im boostin’ my health up
tryna get out of the game, i f+ck with lil dylan, im black, he white, we telanin
and any and everywhere, i pull up with ice on my body (on god)
trap jumpin’, scotty 2 hotty (too hot)
i went and ran up my guala
mama, thinkin’ im illuminati (hoe)
i’m in miami with a b+tch right now, tryna ride a n+gga like a trolly (ride)
gettin’ higher than a b+tch, i can’t pipe down, if you hop on this plane, im the pilot (fly)
[outro: clay “krucial” perry iii]
i put this sh+t on allah, my n+gga, i never seen me going to wafi (i didn’t)
only had lint in my pocket
i’m poppin, take me a pill, and i pop it
yeah, im having sk!ll, know how to control the wheel, im whippin’ off oxy
don’t trust n0body, going jimmy hoffy
don’t trust n0body, going jimmy hoffy, on god
huh, woah woah, ight

- mtd herbio lyrics

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