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snaggle b - zdg lyrics

[verse] (snaggle b)
try to run off from the gang
you don’t really know but you made a mistake
and you ‘boutta be rob like a bank
cut you like yesterday’s national rivalry
smellin’ your game and you stank
comin at you like invasion of privacy
smokin’ up all of your dank
n0body safe when they roll with the zdg
zipplede mof+ckin’ gang
we made it ourselves and got no one to thank
and we rip on the beef
ima fill up my tank
i got maui sun up in it
blowing the vape its
infused with the thca
and the cbd
boutta be blasted
like chern0byl tragedy
up in the cosmos
we high as the galaxy
know what you get
when you dealing with snaggle b

[hook]
know what you get when you f+ck with the gang
ship it from cali we raisin’ the stakes
got us a plan and we put it in place
moving the pack and it’s off to the race
know who to hit when in need of the groovy sh+t
out in the cut as we smoking a wood of it
if you a cougher get out of the circle b+tch
only the pros can come smoke on the doliest
{verse] (george mcgraner)
b+tch wanna roll my gang
but she don’t know that be bout to go hit a l!ck
stuck on the fortune and fame
that louis that gucci that fendi that foreign sh+t
i don’t even know her name
but my gang come in the place and take all of it
ballin’ it
takin’ a tab then i’m popping it
dropping it
off the sh+t
on the sh+t
i am a monster b+tch
don’t know the obvious
i got the audience
show me your body b+tch
i am somebody b+tch
gettin’ so f+ckin rich
with my whole cl!ck
you tryna be famous b+tch suck on this d+ck
you know what it’s like when you hang with the kid
i’ll leave you on read
then i’ll slide to your crib
you’re basically dead b+tch
i’ll leave you on live
so lay in the grave
as i stand there and dig
[hook] (snaggle b)
know what you get when you f+ck with the gang
ship it from cali we raisin’ the stakes
got us a plan and we put it in place
moving the pack and it’s off to the race
know who to hit when in need of the goofy sh+t
out in the cut as we smoking a wood of it
if you a cougher get out of the circle b+tch
only the pros can come smoke on the doliest

[verse]
smokin’ the doliest, wrist is the roliest
zippledegorgus, we up in the hole and its
always engrained in the brain
it’s a route and i’m off to the finish
it’s down with the rain i be grabbing the reigns
of the beat its a plane in which each of my strengths
are alive and arranged
i murder the track like i’m f+cking deranged
and the target, i hit it
it’s what i contain
i been through it all
but you don’t see me complain
its about what you got
and my mind fill with rage
i be done with you b+tches, i’m flipping the page
and i’m changing the pace
of the game that i play
i’m a formula one
in an amateur race
i be underground
but that don’t mean
that i’m not digging up
to the surface
i need to be king
prepared for the mountain
my rhymes are pristine
[hook]
know what you get when you f+ck with the gang
ship it from cali we raisin’ the stakes
got us a plan and we put it in place
moving the pack and it’s off to the race
know who to hit when in need of the groovy sh+t
out in the cut as we smoking a wood of it
if you a cougher get out of the circle b+tch
only the pros can come smoke on the doliest (x2)

- snaggle b lyrics

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