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retch - throwin' sets down lyrics

[intro]
yeah, all these n-ggas gettin’ they sh-t took
the f-ck was the draco, man?
where, where was your shooters at? know what i’m sayin’?
where the f-ck was the draco at? who had the 30?
i thought n-ggas had sticks, man, like, ain’t n0body had the 30?
b-tch -ss n-ggas, where the stendo was at?
yo, uh

[verse]
ridin’ route 80 with that work, n-ggas thumbin’ out
fastmoney, b-tch, so you know it’s never runnin’ out
never played the bin but we had rock and we was drummin’ out
like nick cannon, b-tch, we pack cannons, get to sluggin’ out
feel like metal gear solid out the projects, n-gga
still doin’ foreigns whether it’s sunset or it’s collins, n-gga
n-ggas debatin’ if a n-gga signed a rap deal
sign what? i’m in the trap still
ot, hittin’ baddies from the back still
places couples out doin’ dates, i’m doin’ snack meals
yeah, i’m sippin’ red but i be wishin’ it was act still
yeah, shout my n-gga leeks on that first cup
just f-cked a b-tch, that’s wavy, n-gga, surf’s up
i’m hangin’ 10 in that p-ssy, uh
gang sh-t, invite my friends to that p-ssy, uh
ha, p-ss a b-tch like a nerf ball
shot out of sp-ce, my first day back on earth, dog
haha, they don’t get it though
might let you rock about that sh-t, but i ain’t forget it though
got bad b-tches gettin’ deaded like they regular
f-ck bad b-tches, yeah, i got about a plethora
i can’t compete if i’m ahead of ya
marry with mcqueen and et cetera
ysl my b-tch, [?] sweater her
why you think them up n-ggas sweatin’ her?
play with them racks like federal, uh
haha, rock a durag to the met gala
tinashe still playin’, should’ve been smashed her
tenth grade, i was trappin’, tryna pitch faster
high speed chase, i got a way up, now the whip crashin’
uh, that’s on god, i really bumped them n-ggas
n-ggas speakin’ on the kid, i’m not concerned with n-ggas
uh, all my opps broke or they dead now
out the coupe, throwin’ sets up like, “f-ck your dead mans”

[outro]
for real, n-gga
like, fastmoney, b-tch
076 or blow seven d-cks, you heard?

- retch lyrics

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