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sakitaro – ashes lyrics

[intro]
huh
ay
yuh (yuh)
ooh (yuh)
ay (yuh)
ride with that
ride with that
gang (ay, ay)
yuh

[verse 1]
run your bag why you looking puzzled?
choppa eat like a dog and this b+tch got an empty stomach
you get hit if you tryna tussle
i got shooters they ready to up it don’t move a muscle
money moves man this sh+t ain’t subtle
cause we ride with the gang like 10 deep looking like a huddle
but we planning on something
cover, when we spin round your block
hit some shots and we see em fumble

why these b+tches even bother
tryna me caught bruh
on you like a copter
you done mеssed up (huh)
your girl she thot
but, don’t evеn get me wrong she a scholar
the way that she sucked me up
why these n+ggas love try me
see me load the choppa
you better move cautious
lil n+gga i’m on you
ain’t even a problem
cause i got a waste this clip
anyway might as well dot em

i pull out i shot em
like i’m playing doctor
n+ggas want my time
but can’t afford my watch (huh?)
you ain’t see a problem
my n+ggas move on you
we leave the case open like biggie “who shot ya?”
i need me a collar
she said i’m a dog
but, i’m up on her furniture
we getting naughty
last n+gga who played with the gang caught a shotty
last time someone pressed on me i caught a body like+ (huh)

[pre+chorus]
know just how we roll up, yeah my n+ggas getting round, yeah
say he want some smoke?
know he a b+tch i really doubt it
put some racks up on your head lil n+gga a hunned thousand
get caught get held up bro cause your gang won’t be around then (huh)
[chorus]
get held like choke cause your gang start running routes, yeah
ain’t put it past my n+ggas we still gone shoot a hunned rounds, yeah
i put em in the dirt if he talk sh+t we gun ‘em down, yeah
and i introduce this heat not talk ‘bout glocks n+gga run your mouth, yeah

[bridge]
pause the beat drop still only drop bangers n+ggas stay doubting me
pardon me, but i only leave with bad b+tches and you ain’t even rock with me
write all this heat, but y’all don’t even see that half of the sh+t that i’m doing be hard for me
and y’all can’t even try to say nothing now, yeah
cause we turned y’all n+ggas to a pack, yeah
we just smoke y’all n+ggas in the ashes

[verse 2]
can’t believe y’all n+ggas
would go squeeze on triggers and you ain’t even making no cash yeah
can’t believe y’all hitters man cause they sticks ain’t with them
i don’t even think you held it down yeah
straight off the jump
man you n+ggas ain’t one to be doubting
i pull up with rounds
can’t keep me down lil n+gga
try me ur body won’t be found lil n+gga

i ain’t gone cap n+gga not on no thug sh+t (huh)
but i stay strapped lil n+gga watch your back lil n+gga if we start to get to tussling (huh)
all the way back to the trap got your b+tch on my lap told that b+tch not in public (huh)
i can’t go sell me a pack cause my ass too attached to that sh+t man i love it (huh)
smoke it all before the budget (huh)
told that b+tch that i don’t need her
pull up to your block talking sh+t with a heater
i carry a mac n+gga feeling like steve jobs
i air it out ain’t no windows we gone beat you
i pull up with n+ggas you ain’t even seen of
i drop the block then i pull off with my nina
you say that i’m in your land and you gone keep it
we take whole block like the santa maria lil n+gga like (huh)

what’s up with these n+ggas seeing glocks and finna switch b+tch
why i keep 40 rounds up on me backup just for this sh+t
n+ggas turned to rats and that’s why all these n+ggas k!lled b+tch
shot em jack and jill leave them n+ggas on the hill b+tch

had enough of arguing my choppa made the deal b+tch
hit i’m so hard that he can’t even tell fake from the real b+tch
we leave that n+gga tripping stumbling round the battle field
flow to cold had to pause the beat drop

[bridge]
still only drop bangers n+ggas stay doubting me
pardon me but i don’t agree with you n+ggas thinking i ain’t rap this sh+t
n+gga working with so much weed that my music get me mountains
so everytime yall n+ggas try sing my sh+t better make sure all you n+ggas is pr+nouncing all the words i rap i use to talk sh+t

[outro]
yeah my n+ggas getting ‘round, yeah
say he want some smoke know he a b+tch i really doubt it
put some racks up on your head, lil n+gga hunned thousand
get caught, get held up bro
cause your gang won’t be around then
(around then)

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