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rondoe - going in lyrics

[intro]
mobbin’ vol. 2
n+ggas can’t fucc with me man
i keep telling y’all
yeah, shout out to the real n+ggas
shout out to the n+ggas getting money
but uh, f+cka sucka

[verse 1]
if you get shot, n+gga you ain’t supposed to tell
all in your 24+hour, trying to work a deal
quit asking me, i don’t f+ck wit none of them
i swear it’ll get nasty if i pull up in these stolen whips
with over two+hundred and fifty rounds in the car
a lot of you suckas ain’t gonna see tomorrow
i gotta c cool, cuz i know the d+cks listening
i don’t want them at my mama’s sh+t when you become a victim
i don’t know who to trust around this motherf+cker
do your homework on these hoes cuz they f+ck wit suckas
so i ride with a metal pipe, right
and i’ll spark it in the daylight, aight?
where i’m from it get funky like dog sh+t
if i really want your head, then i’m outside your residence
cuz really trying knock something
really get down and put a hole in a n+gga pumpkin
you lil n+ggas stay flunkin’
this heckler & koch, ill hit your back and blow out your stomach
for everybody trying to earn a name
n+ggas really get smoked going against the grain
i ain’t jeffin’, f+cka sucka, n+gga it’s whatever
they trying put salt on me, i keep pepper
on my mama ‘nem, ima get these n+ggas
my trigger finger itching
[talking]
n+gga, know what i’m saying
f+ck a sucka dot com
brim boy gang
n+gga, i don’t even know you no+names

[verse 2]
boy when i bite down, i bite and don’t let go
riding with some big sh+t, searching for a weirdo
and there’s some n+ggas that’s gonna die tonight
there he go right there cuddy, put this right
my lil n+gga in the backseat, he stupid hype
and he’ll do it and do it anywhere, it’s on+sight
f+ck it
then we back to the trap, dumping cocaine
where i’m from n+ggas really die from old age
aye these n+ggas better quit playing wit me
before i tear a hole through this f+cking city
and oh yeah, i keep it wit me
a few squeezes in this thing and it dump fifty
riding around like a president
every whip i’m in i’m sitting behind limo tint
cha’cha’yeah
smoking on cat p+ss
i swear i’ll flip a n+gga like a p+ssy mattress
like, rich and boy big, i’m a major factor
i keep trying to tell you lil n+ggas, i’m not a rapper
i just be trying to spit some game at ya
these n+ggas snakes, so i keep up my antennas
[outro]
cha’yeah, cha’yeah
i don’t f+ck with you n+ggas man
brim boy gang or no gang with me my n+gga
remember that
mobbin’ vol. 2 man

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