sace mvp - 556 lyrics
[pre+hook]
gang, gang, gang
gang, gang, gang
gang, gang, gang
gang, gang, gang
[hook]
why you cappin’ bout them bodies you ain’t never did
slidin’ sober don’t need molly imma buss ’em in his sh+t
arp, we gon’ blast ’em through the tint .556
i don’t play with dirty money, i be trappin’ getting rich
you know that glock got a switch, we gon’ leave ’em on the fence
heard yo pole got took then you cried like a b+tch
he better bring that money first cause i ain’t fronting sh+t
223’s and fnn’s gotta drum on that bl!ck
[verse]
aye, og in that backwood imma hotbox the whip
walk ’em down he tried to run up on me but that n+gga trip
chase a bag i gotta pack you know i make it flip
this a ak like a beyblade the way it rip
my glock it got a grip, totin’ extеnded clips
aye, we gon’ chasе ’em down b+tch we gon’ dump the stick
you walkin’ round with that hoe lookin’ like an easy l!ck
drop a perc’ in that dirty fanta, imma take a sip
aye, feel like danny phantom go ghost in that phantom
rolls royce with the stars i be flying like santa
feel like imma star when i walk out all cameras
n+ggas two+faced like hannah montana
[hook]
why you cappin’ bout them bodies you ain’t never did
slidin’ sober don’t need molly imma buss ’em in his sh+t
arp, we gon’ blast ’em through the tint .556
i don’t play with dirty money, i be trappin’ getting rich
you know that glock got a switch, we gon’ leave ’em on the fence
heard yo pole got took then you cried like a b+tch
he better bring that money first cause i ain’t fronting sh+t
223’s and fnn’s gotta drum on that bl!ck
[verse]
i tried to tell ’em how it is but they didn’t wanna listen
diamond chains on my neck i love the way they glisten
snakes in the grass i can hear the way they hissin’
and the way that i be shooting they need to put me on the pistons
hit ’em with a headshot n+gga good riddance
i can’t f+ck with n+ggas cause they ass be b+tchin’
n+ggas want my help but they didn’t see my vision
headed to the top you know i’m always on that mission
[pre+hook]
gang, gang, gang
gang, gang, gang
gang, gang, gang
gang, gang, gang
[hook]
why you cappin’ bout them bodies you ain’t never did
slidin’ sober don’t need molly imma buss ’em in his sh+t
arp, we gon’ blast ’em through the tint .556
i don’t play with dirty money, i be trappin’ getting rich
you know that glock got a switch, we gon’ leave ’em on the fence
heard yo pole got took then you cried like a b+tch
he better bring that money first cause i ain’t fronting sh+t
223’s and fnn’s gotta drum on that bl!ck
[outro]
gang, gang, gang
gang, gang, gang
gang, gang, gang
gang, gang, gang
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