spinabenz – active 2 (feat. whoppa wit da choppa, jdot breezy) lyrics
[intro]
ayyy, gang
nuski died, now it happened
ay, ay
go, go
[verse 1: spinabenz]
nuski died, now it happened
i heard his homeboys whacked him
just told [?], go slide through
k!ll any n+gga who lackin’
[?] died in traffic
[?] rappin’, still ain’t smack sh+t
studio gangster, ain’t gon’ clap sh+t
wait till’ i catch lil’ kobe, i’m active
[verse 2: jdot breezy]
bounce out with a stick
it’s a [?]
been smokin’ on who?
finna match that
tell the truth ’bout this sh+t
’bout to spit facts
i was thirteen years old with a big gat
draco in my pants, make him get back
[?], this a big splat
talk crazy on the net, got b+tch slapped (go)
[?] ain’t never drilled nothin’, he big cap
[verse 3: spinabenz]
glock two one strapped
this a four+five
drop any n+gga [?], that’s no lie
double clip on they set
i’m a vet, make a mess
i’ma hit, i don’t miss a n+gga, no lie
f+ck n+gga say, “suge” then he gon’ die
this a fully automatic
it’ll blow down
oldеr n+gga got his gun, might up
i’ma let him pull it out, b+tch we finna have a showdown
[verse 4: jdot breezy]
[?] man no liе
i’m four+five ridin’ with a four+five
no cannibal sh+t
i up my bl!ck
he lack now his ass french toast now
i ain’t duckin’ no action boy, i’m gon’ slide
stop lyin’, you ain’t never slung no iron
at a store, got hit ’bout 4 times
[?] walk with a n+gga then you gon’ die
[verse 5: whoppa wit da choppa]
f+ck n+gga say he gon’ do what to who? (who n+gga)
three+five in the wood, that’s a eight [?] (b+tch)
sound like i’m smokin’ one but i’m smokin’ two
cause three+five got smoked, that ain’t ku
all that talkin’ like a gangsta
boy, that ain’t you (gang)
knock a n+gga out his car
now fifty+two (gang)
n+ggas play, boy we know you n+ggas asked who
i’ma send you with your brother in that grass, too
b+tch i’m a local smacker
you gon’ meet a local pastor (ay, ay)
trap jumpin’ like vince carter
a team, we like local raptors
this the jumpout gang, we get active
n+ggas speak on suge, we gon’ smack ’em (suge)
big draco knock a f+ck n+gga backwards
i just wanna talk b+tch, i ain’t tryna smash you
i’ll pass you to my b if he wanna have you (aye)
we be shootin’ opps like this sh+t target practice (gang gang)
f+ck [?] up cause [?] burn faster
lil’ leek keep the heat, put him in the casket (leek)
caught a opp, [?] died tryna f+ckin’ blast him
bug out with your ass how them bullets past you
i don’t talk b+tch, n+gga i make sh+t happen (ay)
ask the opps how it feel when that choppa clappin’
we jumpout gang, [?] gang
lil’ bronem drillin’ sh+t
a lot of shots in the glock, get your ass hit
and i ain’t worried ’bout no b+tch, all she get is d+ck
f+ck the opps, them n+ggas dead
them n+ggas can’t come back in this sh+t (on gang)
[outro]
f+ck the opps, f+ck the cops
n+ggas know how we rockin’ man
ay, f+ck them n+ggas man
double clip sh+t (gang)
yeah, we active b+tch
n+gga know how we rockin’
you make a song with them boys you gon’ die
i don’t care
b+tch
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