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screwly g - we the ones lyrics

[intro]

we the ones yeah
we the ones uh

[verse 1]
we the ones they call when (?) that gon knock off all the opps
we the ones they call when opps get popped they kno who spinned the block
foenem clapped his mans now he a strain and this a dirty glock
we the ones outside we never hidin and we pop out a lot
said i was done with double cups but i’m back sippin wok
he went up but we still popped his mans for postin on that block
popped him in his chеst but i was hoping for a face shot
(?) was in the trap, i’m with the k!llеrs on the back block
(?)
lil bro went out blowin, i can’t say the same for dead opps
popped a couple n+ggas, streets been callin got my name hot
opps keep callin me like “where you at” i’m in the same spot
n+ggas wanna insta beef, get caught, that’s when they name drop
n+ggas talk that money sh+t but still ain’t bail they mans out
running till them n+ggas, catch em k!ll em they won’t make it out
send your shooter spinnin? he gon die inside that same car
granny said i’m chosen say her baby boy a superstar
double tap, (?) we got 4 n+ggas shot
n+ggas throw rocks and then go hide they know we torture blocks
double tap the trigger, by myself they thought two n+ggas shot
fto i hate the opps
tap his head n0body shot
pop out with that arp or the drac he might survive the glock
doa left bleedin out
know chopper gang bring choppers out
when bullets hit we used to post 10 deep outside of taemond house
f+ck the opps they know it’s up
they dissed lil bro go get them touched
(?) that disrespectful but i ain’t so f+ck that go dig em up
n+ggas dissed the dead till they dead go get his melon bussed
bring yo b+tch around the gang, she choosing who gon get her f+cked
b+tch we not in jail so you gon die tryna knuckle up
b+tch i’m like 120 what the f+ck i finna wrestle for
appreciate the shottas for the shootings they hit n+ggas up
payroll for the k!llers on them k!llings they put n+ggas up
exotic weed we roll it up
pop a perc i’m high as f+ck
lil bro smoking dead opps out the pound (?)
(?)
opps can’t duck a switch they b+tch ass can’t even duck a punch
send some shots and clear the crowd
i got some sh+t that make n+ggas run
we don’t tolerate no disrespect gon die (?)
opps can’t get no passes we spank asses we bought plenty guns
soon as we get the drop we scope it out go walk down and get it done
if my brother shooting i’m shooting too it ain’t no one on ones
(?)
we don’t do recruiting can’t join the gang he ain’t grow up with us
lil cousin hop out (?)

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