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ssg splurge - decoy lyrics

[intro]
better off dead, n+gga!
captain crunch, presents

[verse: ssg splurge]
yeah, red like it’s frog, chop out like a dog
trap sticks in the mall, ain’t no fights in at all
and that third clip gon’ make me taller than tall
you was never involved, you just saw what you saw
and i carry them sticks, never broken the law
i got water in my mouth, iceberg in my jaw
just got a custom glock, uh
we in the stolo’, not a drop top
better not kidnap his son from the bus stop, uh
take a foul in this beat, but it’s rum stop
you can get everything that you need in one stop
i had that b+tch on her knees, and she went hard
before a n+gga take somethin’ from me, i’m gone die
have them f+ck n+ggas restin’ in peace, playin’ both sides
tried to run up, now he hogtied
keep it on me, i done had a couple dogs die
i don’t link up with rappers, they all lie
know it quick, send a n+gga to allah
we can cook it fresh for you like small fries
i get paid off a b+tch, get her monetized
i get hit in a cap top from the other side
had a show, so i just had my brothers slide
know you hear the h+llcat, that b+tch runnin’ loud
ssg, we got skees in the summertime
wasn’t sh+t, i’m on tv like caroline
this is dark sh+t, b+tch, i smoke marathon
i get hit and then point to the exit sign
i make her bust it open
run in your trap, find the safe, and then bust it open
and you get caught on some sh+t, b+tch, it’s coach nose
walk with the illegal sticks, i can’t tote a hose
come back in the trap, that b+tch roll like a rollercoaster
all the bad b+tches always see me with a cream soda
i don’t sip alcohol, this a motherf+ckin’ lean oval
i’m in la tryna link up with the weed growers
i was fifteen totin’ pistols with the d+boys
i was on probation, couldn’t smoke, so i turned to a lean bull
gave the hoes some percs, tell her, “hit me once you need more”
f+ck it, i f+ck around and drop by the east store
i get ’bout a hundred on my shooter, bet he score
i don’t know what happened, i was somewhere in b+more
spin on their block, take the back road, the detour
smokin’ that potter like a backwood, it’s seafood
i make her eat it to the max like anita
pop a perc, forget the after and before
my young n+ggas come from the trap with the screen door
you ain’t gettin’ money, what the f+ck is you talkin’ ’bout me for?
we gon’ slide, what the f+ck is you talkin’ to me for?
better not slide by yourself, better off sendin’ decoys
[outro]
uh, they better not slide by themselves
they better chop send somethin’ else, yeah

- ssg splurge lyrics

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