a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

sleazyworld go - who the who's lyrics

[intro]
(whiteboymadethis)
yeah
yeah, yeah

[chorus]
if we speakin’ ’bout who died the most, the opps know they the whos
hit what’s+his+name in the backpack, we chased his ass out the school
this shh put on the sh+tter, i heard he walk with a bag
and old dude was tryna get away, sent so much shots we made him crack (made him crack)
i know they prayin’ we squash beef, but we can’t, this sh+t too deep
n+ggas died behind this sh+t, you hear me speak
i know n+ggas died for this, what you doin’? load up your pipe
before i knew how to drive, i was doin’ drills up off a bike

[verse 1]
i’m lookin’ around, if he look down, i’m tryna see who’s gon’ shoot
he tried slide in that lil’ sedan, we turned his sh+t to a coupe
it’s time to step on rick, the go, i’m tryna lace up my boots
they keep on dyin’, i think it’s time to call them n+ggas, call a troop (n+gga)
drop fifty on the opp blocks, we just slid through with two 30s
in the field, tryna catch me somethin’ like xavier worthy
go ask the opps how we get down, they said we playin’ dirty (huh)
we sent n+ggas down on the bench, we retired n+ggas’ jerseys
spin the block, hop out, let them hollows pop out
don’t get a job you beef with us ’cause we make n+ggas clock out
yeah, who the who’s?
if you a shooter, who?
the way the shots wrap around his ass, look like a hula hoop
[chorus]
if we speakin’ ’bout who died the most, the opps know they the whos
hit what’s+his+name in the backpack, we chased his ass out the school
this shh put on the sh+tter, i heard he walk with a bag
and old dude was tryna get away, sent so much shots we made him crack (made him crack)
i know they prayin’ we squash beef, but we can’t, this sh+t too deep (they know that)
n+ggas died behind this sh+t, you hear me speak (yeah)
i know n+ggas died for this, what you doin’? load up your pipe (load up)
before i knew how to drive, i was doin’ drills up off a bike (yeah)

[verse 2]
before i ever knew how to drive, i was doin’ hits off peds
he was try duck, wasn’t quick enough, so the shots smacked his head (come here)
he switched sides, so when it’s time, he gotta lay in that bed (for real)
we don’t hit legs, when we slide we tappin’ n+ggas’ heads (n+gga)
can’t be smoke ’cause ain’t sh+t happened to us yet
he tried to slide, but then he slipped, we f+cked around and left him wet
we left n+ggas drenched, n+ggas died for tryna straddle the fence
we eat the most, i feel like sk!lla baby, b+tch, come to the tent
yeah, b+tch come to the team
i feel like fat joe and the chop’ blow, would have made him lean
and i don’t got to give a b+tch a thing
she paid for things without gettin’ no p+ssy ’cause you green

[chorus]
if we speakin’ ’bout who died the most, the opps know they the whos
hit what’s+his+name in the backpack, we chased his ass out the school
this shh put on the sh+tter, i heard he walk with a bag
and old dude was tryna get away, sent so much shots we made him crack (crack)
i know they prayin’ we squash beef, but we can’t, this sh+t too deep
n+ggas died behind this sh+t, you hear me speak
i know n+ggas died for this, what you doin’? load up your pipe (load up)
before i knew how to drive, i was doin’ drills up off a bike
[outro]
alright, yeah, yeah
before i knew how to drive, i was doin’ drills up off a—
yeah, yeah, yeah
before i knew how to drive, i was doin’ drills up off a bike

- sleazyworld go lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS