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rooga – do bout it lyrics

[intro]
ayy, ayy, ooh
on foenem grave, you already know how this sh+t go
back the f+ck up
all you bop+ass hoes, all you goofy+ass n+ggas
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[verse]
we k!lled your partner, now what you gon’ do ’bout it?
pick up a gun, stop rapping and shoot ’bout it
don’t let me drive your car, i might shoot out it
knock him off balance while he is rocking new balance
we got four cutters inside of sprinters
shout out to the gang, they turn n+ggas to sprinters
foenem on d like they leanornd
you better be on point like you lillard
’cause we posting up like centers
ain’t tryna talk or bargain with n+ggas
that choppa hit you, knock a part off a n+gga
oh, you the type that like argue with n+ggas?
well, i’m the type to up a carbon on n+ggas
i think you think that you know me but you don’t really know me
if you did, you would know i got it on me
i’m something like manu gin0bli
when i got it on me, we slid and hit four of your homies
one thing i never did is let ’em hold me
talking that sh+t, n+gga, you gotta show me
he tried to run, he caught a four piece
these n+ggas broke, they ain’t got no cheese
hop in a foreign, it ain’t got no key
you smoking og? that sh+t so cheap
that’s like you going buying some oe
i am not 2+4 but i f+ck with kobe
they say red bull give you wings
but you wanna fly now? you wanna die now?
i’m everywhere like wi+fi, he caught a shot from the sideline
you better stick to the guideline
that choppa hit you, in a few will turn a n+gga from 62 to 59
we’ll come through with 59, i’m from 59
i put a switch on the glock for the prrt
so please, don’t run up on me, you gon’ hear, “prrt”
i got some n+ggas, hop out with that prrt
but i got that choppa, so you gon’ hear, “prrt, boaw+boaw+boaw, prrt”
that’s half of them n+ggas
and why is you riding without it, lil’ n+gga?
that’s how you die little quicker, we slide with them bl!cks
boy, you jump out some [?], my n+ggas k!ll k!llers
we hopping out k!lling
ayy, f+ck how you feel, i don’t got no feelings
shoot at his grils, whip ain’t got no ceilings
back to the money, i ran up a ticket, just last week, i ran up a fifty
i was just broke, i didn’t have a penny
now i put money on n+ggas that envy
we do hits at night and the daytime
folks hawked ’em down like he was a k9
i’m talking face to face like facetime
but i just heard through grapevine
i keep a .9 like rajon, i keep a hoodie like treyvon
he got hit but it ain’t done then i run up on ’em like ain’t done
now we smoked your partner and he ain’t did sh+t
everyone out there looking like, “who did this?”
you talking ’bout some sh+t that we been dead
it ain’t no talking, we standing on business
i’m really having my way with this sh+t
you better duck when i’m waving a bl!ck
i’ll get on tracks and play with this sh+t
i don’t even know what else to say on this sh+t
[outro]
on foenem grave, you already know how this sh+t go
got my bl!ck on me, got my stick on me
don’t touch me, don’t even look at me
back the f+ck up
all you bop+ass hoes, all you goofy+ass n+ggas

- rooga lyrics

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