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retch - shoot - outs lyrics

eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, n-ggas duckin’
eh, eh, eh, n-ggas runnin’
eh, eh, eh

[verse 1]
i ain’t even high, po’ another ounce
posted in the trap, hammers in the couch (in the rap wit’ it)
every n-gga wit’ me got a felony (every n-gga wit’ me)
seen it all so what the f-ck you tellin’ me (f-ck you tellin’ me)
i seen a n-gga get k!lled by his own cousin (own cousin)
these n-ggas tell
still in the mix like it ain’t nothin’ (the f-ck is up)
i seen a n-gga get shot with his own gun (sad story)
i seen a father turn jealous of they own son (sad story)
i seen n-ggas ride, i’ve seen n-ggas fall (i’ve seen ’em fall)
i seen n-ggas shoot, the same n-ggas told (same n-ggas told)
i’m on the front porch rolling up a backwood (real talk)
and n-ggas blowin’ up my jack cause the pack good (real talk)
runnin’ up a check all by f-ckin’ myself (by f-ckin’ myself)
i’m runnin’ up a check
don’t need no f-ckin’ help (don’t need no f-ckin’ help)
she say “retchy boy, you brazy boy, you somethin’ else”
400 for the belt, i’m just showing out (stuntin’ n-gga)
i don’t need no ice, i’mma sip it straight (sip it straight n-gga)
choppin’ work on my momma dinner plate
i’m in that uber servin’ junkies (servin’ junkies, yeah)
pull up in that uber sippin’ muddy (i’m sippin’ muddy)
i p-ss the tooly to my buddy (to my buddy)
like you know what to do if sh-t get ugly (you know what to do)
i p-ss the tooly to my buddy (to my buddy)
like you know what to do if sh-t get ugly

[hook]
shoot out (x8)
n-ggas runnin’
shoot out (x3)
n-ggas duckin’
shoot out (x3)
n-ggas runnin’
shoot out (x3)
n-ggas duckin’
shoot out (x3)
n-ggas runnin’
shoot out (x3)
n-ggas duckin’
shoot out (x4)

[verse 2]
my b-tch she always naggin
she won’t leave me ‘lone (she won’t leave me ‘lone)
i told her shut her mouth
i’m talkin’ on the phone (b-tch i’m talkin’ money)
i got two guns on me n-gga right now (n-gga right now)
and n-gga i ain’t lyin’, you get locked down (you get hit)
700 on the feet
that’s for no reason (that’s for no reason)
sellin’ dope right up
out the fo’ seasons (out the fo’ seasons)
half a pint and some bands in that cup holder (swervin’)
40 in my lap get you f-cked over (f-cked up)
i f-ck a b-tch bumpin’ rich gang (n-gga rich gang)
then p-ss it to the bro, b-tch it’s switch gang
0-7-6 i don’t switch gangs, it’s fa$tmoney b-tch
ain’t sh-t change (ain’t sh-t change)
shoot out (x5)
n-ggas duckin’
0-7-6 i don’t switch gangs, it’s fa$tmoney b-tch
ain’t sh-t change
shoot out (x7)
n-ggas runnin’
shoot out (x3)
n-ggas duckin’
shoot out (x3)
n-ggas bustin’
shoot out (x3)
n-ggas duckin’
shoot out (x3)
n-ggas runnin’
shoot out (x3)
n-ggas bustin’
shoot out (x4)

- retch lyrics

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