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rell vert - what it was lyrics

[hook]
ten o’clock out looking for opps
they all on they block d+mn we gone punish ‘em
glock got switchy with a fifty
he got caught boy what is you running for
foe nem got two sticks
they play them b+tches more than a drummer
when i’m in the raq ride like obama
big ass guns like we osama

[verse 1]
shout out lost his mama that sh+t crazy
d+mn we tired of drama
i keep popping percs, can’t feel my head
d+mn i’m tired of trauma
we was on they ass for the whole week
? whole summer
now labels love to write checks with commas
still i hate the b+tch wish i wore a condom
ain’t got my sh+t together i’m just being honest
chasing aftеr coins like that n+gga sonic
he ain’t did a drill watch the n+gga vomit
n+ggas ain’t rеal feel it in my stomach
i be telling the truth stop me when i’m fronting
she only love me when i’m in her stomach
name a hoe who real, man these b+tches nothing
i can never cuff ‘em i just wanna f+ck ‘em
[hook]
ten o’clock out looking for opps
they all on they block d+mn we gone punish ‘em
glock got switchy with a fifty
he got caught boy what is you running for
foe nem got two sticks
they play them b+tches more than a drummer
when i’m in the raq ride like obama
big ass guns like we osama

[verse 2]
two opps got caught that’s two + nothing
lost my dawg so it’s a red summer
fall for anything, stand for nothing
got my gun in public i’ll bust it
i shoot first ain’t with the clutching
stay in the crib ain’t with the clubbing
pop on the block i’m with the thugs then
lost my bro i need a hug then
love my bro, go up, you touch him
we k!ll sh+t ain’t with the fussing
wipe some baby ass in public
i been chasing after money
b+tch i got that sack no fumbling
he don’t talk loud he be mumbling
he don’t shoot guns he be running
get back gang you know we coming
neck on froze you know i’m stunting
plus i got some blue hundreds
+got a gun ain’t shoot nothing
i’m the type to buy your boo something
say we into it n+gga do something
he too tough better loose up
they can’t wait for me to screw up
still a bad boy but grew up
[hook] x2
ten o’clock out looking for opps
they all on they block d+mn we gone punish ‘em
glock got switchy with a fifty
he got caught boy what is you running for
foe nem got two sticks
they play them b+tches more than a drummer
when i’m in the raq ride like obama
big ass guns like we osama

- rell vert lyrics

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