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screwly g - catch a face lyrics

[intro: screwly g]
uh, uh, uh, uh+huh
(you aren’t even a cold breeze for my man taz)
uh, uh, uh, uh+huh
uh, uh, uh, uh+huh

[verse 1: screwly g]
catch us a face and we bail out, drench (grrah)
gunnin’ him down, we yellin’ out, “go” (go)
hittin’ his head just to make sure he dead, when he fall on the ground, we gon’ shoot at the floor (grrah, grrah)
couldn’t drop my window when they pulled on side, so f+ck that sh+t, i shot through the door (phew, phew, phew, phew, phew)
last opp caught, he white chalked, f+ck that n+gga, that n+gga a ghost (grrah)
roll up the opps, we smokin’ lil, shh, can’t say his name, that’s the one we smoked
i don’t like shootin’ out the car (grrah), i’ma swing my door, head taps, wе cuttin’ his throat (grrah, grrah)
wonder who sent my drop, when i find out who, i’ma k!ll ‘еm for tryna backdoor
i ain’t just totin’ these guns in pics, you can ask the opps, we up the score
n+ggas was trollin’ and cappin’ online, caught him and clapped him, we made him a post
n+gga had sent two shots through a window, slid that night tryna hope one loaf
just like some bread, we on his head, he finna be the next n+gga we toast (grrah)
n+ggas be thinkin’ it’s safe, he tryna gamble at night, we gon’ k!ll him when he come out to bowl (phew, phew)
came through the block while we was outside, couldn’t up my bl!ck, so i shot through the coat (phew, phew, phew, phew)
opp lil’ b+tch wanna chew this d+ck, might set me up, but i still might go
slap me a b+tch, asked where my bl!ck, ain’t feelin’ the vibes, then that b+tch gotta go
i can’t even f+ck in a room, gotta f+ck on a couch in the front while i’m watchin’ the door
n+ggas be claimin’ they shooters, ain’t got no guns, gon’ run when we come through blowin’ (phew, phew, phew)
he tried to run, we chasin’ him down, n+gga, come here, where the f+ck is you goin’? (come here)
9 a.m., still ain’t caught a face, tryna bail out with dracs and squeeze this mornin’ (grrah, grrah)
first n+gga lack, squeeze, he whacked, dumb ass died, ain’t sendin’ no warnin’
[verse 2: vonoff1700]
okay, when we hit they block and bounced out on ’em, you already know i was the first one throwin’ (you know that, come on)
when it’s time to slide, i’m so thirsty to jump in the v, i’m the first one goin’
fresh off the hit, everybody sayin’ the little n+gga dead, but i’m already knowin’ (come on, you know that)
tryna tuck a drac’ in my pants, but i can’t really do it ’cause the clip just keep on showin’
n+gga, we comin’ where ever, we spin any weather, we’ll heat a n+gga up while it’s snowin’ (you know that)
beat up his ride, we left his sh+t on the side of the road, now they gotta come tow it (dumb ass)
give me that gun, n+gga, we went on a hit and your b+tch ass ain’t even blow it (your b+tch ass)
a n+gga just posted his trackhawk jeep, come back as missin’, we the ones that stole it (dumb ass)
i know a n+gga got hit in the head, but he ain’t dead, his sh+t so swollen (it’s so big)
b+tch, you could f+ck the opps, i don’t care, them broke+ass n+ggas ain’t got no motion
he had a gun and died and ain’t even left off a shot, that lil’ n+gga bogus (b+tch ass)
two of the opps just died, but that sh+t was back to back, so i ain’t even notice (his dead ass)
we caught his dumb ass out of bounds, what the f+ck is he doin’? we done clapped us a n+gga on lotus (dumb ass)
he just got out of the ‘spital, got shot up again, that n+gga doin’ too much loafin’ (for real)
don’t laugh on a post with none of the opps, n+ggas’ll die for all the jokin’ (laughin’)
hit his ass all in the neck, stand over his ass, i was laughin’, the n+gga was chokin’ (for real)
she made me nut off the head, i fell off the bed, no bap, this lil’ b+tch goated
we got a pic’ of the little n+gga dead, screwly too hot, he keep tryna post it
stompin’ the gas in a srt, we jumpin’ the curb, lil’ bronem floatin’
say it’s some bread on his head, we pullin’ up right where he at, leave his little ass toasted

[outro: vonoff1700]
we fryin’ his ass, n+gga (for real, n+gga)
free my hood, n+gga, f+ck your hood, n+gga
i’m still on the ave where it’s all good, n+gga

- screwly g lyrics

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