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sam g (hs) - your way lyrics

some n-ggas hate it when i pop up
i pat you down i are in your crib if n-ggas got bucks
tell them to wheel to park, did this sh-t in the dark
get away gotta spray, praying that we getting caught, naw n-ggas got away
hitting the block we digging it up, and the 4-5 de bl1cka is tucked
my young boys stay nipping the cust, i hit my cousin with work
you bring it back i ain’t pinching the stuff, h-ll yea n-ggas cripin it up
blue steel long nose when i’m picking it up, any n-gga get touched every n-gga that be living the rough
just imagine when the trigger get clutched for the money i’m in
you don’t know if my cream does a makeup, i do your boy dirt for a cream piece of paper
i out work the room shape up tear the place up
heading out to ot fiends need to wakeup
i ain’t got the shake stuff i’m dealing out the audi
you need an access to breakup, clientele raking up
billy has the place up, i’m trappin by my old base
this is my strip n-gga get your own place
this 3-8 and 3-5 got a chrome plate, hitem out the park
i touch third slid to home base; you don’t know my dome state
my bad my mind state, s rap and about to crush n-ggas like wine grapes
1 and 2’s to my sp-ce
i don’t write love songs tell the b-tch to find drake
see me around scarbz with like 9 apes, and ten little crip n-ggas lookin with ways to find date
big nina 10 in the fifth, my little homie name merceda you don’t wanna meet her
we booming like the speakers, it could ruin your air drums
headphones plugged in booth ears when i air guns
talks straps you ain’t wearing none, you a weirdo tell me when you flared some
i’m on the front lines beating like a snare drum, like a white oak with the scope if you dear come
scared one you ain’t even up to par my cl1ck stretch from westside to the gut of scarbz
tell d-boys still shoot your face off, i’m the arms one please know your place dog
g burning like reef in a bong, they ain’t hear my side so they say i’m in the wrong
i don’t give a f-ck i ain’t singing songs, i ain’t tryna chat noise and wait for you to react boy
dolo in the front goonies around the back boy, i’m about to splurge out soon p-ss a gx
hit gas quick move like reflex, you cuff your b-tch anytime she see s
don’t speak just relive stress, i’m first, he score still three left
third man, fourth man getting deep vexed, she crying like deep s-x
then i’m out of that, i’m on heads like a shower cap because you can’t get an hour back
time is money any second you can get by, got my pumpy with the smitten and my x live
feds watch me i jet if they stroll, tryna like dog like umm petrol she could lock jaw like um pit-bull
see me lock on start bark pit-bull, wooden grain grip six round pistol
whole top plaque like old cisco you know how the sh-t go
i got that mars b spit full clip full silence on the tip bro

outro
its g hs tg top guns ltf loyal to the fam
416 we here man , whatup

- sam g hs lyrics

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