r3alt4lk - fuckhimup (you're dead) lyrics
r3alt4lk:
aye!
pull up on a n-gga block
glocks popping on that b-tch
p-ssy n-gga wanna talk
you were never with the sh-ts
sparks they poppin
sparks they flying
p-ssy n-gga yeah he dying
blood leaking from his skull
all these n-ggas get f-cked up
all of my n-ggas don’t play that sh-t
run up on a n-gga ima slay that sh-t
blade inside my f-cking hand
glocks be firing till hes f-cking dead
all of your gang wanna play that sh-t
blood and crip don’t f-ck with it
n-gga wanna die come test me b-tch (2x)
i might roll up
i might smoke you like a gar
lynch you on that tree
cause you think that you star
n-ggas wanna try me till i pull out the strap
have em running like a track meet
shoot them in the back
i don’t f-ck with these n-ggas
don’t you ever speak to me
i got glocks ready to pop
dont you f-ck with me
when i say double fmg
know we run the league
tryna be me n-gga but you can’t compete
chorus:
yeah (3x)
get em!
yeah (3x)
get em!
yeah (3x)
get em!
prxjek:
aye (2x)
yo b-tch on her knees
yeah she giving me that neck
heard the latest sh-t you dropped
sorry but i ain’t impressed
leaving flowing in the creek
wanna test then be my guest
find your address
give you death
its your last breath
that be the set
fallen angels on a quest
b-tch im different from the rest
take a f-cking kitchen knife
drive that sh-t into your chest
yo mama watching heart attack
die from cardiac arrest
aye
44 teach em yoga
yeah i bet them bodies stretch
aye
yo scooby-doo
got my dog by side
if i take out that tool
then your dog gonna die
aye (2x)
then your dog gonna die
if i take out that tool
then your dog gonna die
im a mother f-cking beast
try to f-ck with me
ive never seen n0body that could ever f-ck with me
sicker than the seas
got your b-tch right on here knees
b-tch im stacking bread like i work at burger king
yeah!
(chorus)
diiran:
aye (8x)
little big boy
talking all that f-cking sh-t
but he dont wanna throw no hands
you a f-cking b-tch
windows open f-cking speak
you can’t even f-ck with me
pull up on your block
and spray him down
and f-ck her with my knee
f-cking dash i did your b-tch
now she sucking on my d-ck
middle finger to your clique
now you acting all that sh-t
boy you know you quiet as f-ck
and i just heard your diss
that sh-t was f-cking whack
tryna get a f-cking rip
aye (7x)
yeah
aye (7x)
yeah
aye (7x)
yeah
aye (7x)
yeah
(chorus)
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