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t4 - smash lyrics

[intro: t4]
(mula piped me up for this one)
had to smash out on the ‘taz, they ain’t think i was gon’ do it
boy, you stupid if i’m mad, i’ll come throught down and shoot u

[chorus: t4]
had to smash out on the ‘taz, they ain’t think i was gon’ do it
boy, you stupid if i’m mad, slide off through his sh+t and shoot it
fn+5+7’s hit hard, rell houdini like them [?]
luh wick clutchin’ on n+ggas out of chops, all my n+ggas sum shooters
and diamond season crackin’ down, i’m just prayin’ i can get through it
tell them people, “free my brothers, chase this paper, let’s get back to it”
n+ggas be high in the cap, they talkin’ ’bout that lil’ ass sh+t, knowin’ they ain’t even do it
big booty ram truck, 4×4, i be bouncin’ up in curves when i gotta get through it
had a crew shoot with the bird, d+mn gang go, we tried to lose ’em

[verse 1: t4]
take they ass off by the airport d said that’s how we gon’ lose em
then a task force, mike i called, all them hammers had to throw em
took my id out my bag, then looked at me, said i’m ruined
tried to take me to the feds, but them cases, they weren’t pending
took me right back to the county, investigators, they kept sending
told they ass i don’t condone, i don’t know how i been, b+tch
i don’t bring n0body on my dirt when i be out here trippin’

[verse 2: cts luh wick]
ask about luh wick from cts, yeah, i be poppin’ sh+t
don’t let t +vos see your gun cause you know he’ll wipe your sh+t
early mornings jammin’ out the botches, me and guap and sh+t
shook the helicopter in the test, i may say truth or stick
catch em lacking, book boggling, nella left his ass on the fence
if he say it’s static, let’s link up, ain’t sh+t to talk about
leave him on the pavement, homicide gon’ have to chalk him out
if he try to run, i have big calo, hop out, hark him down
bounce off through they sh+t, i swear we shot about a hundred rounds
free tg, i still post on 53 free k +slugs and free d +bo n free the whole gib
when they get home, we gon’ k!ll some opps and smoke our enemies
we ain’t jammin’, no more gas, ain’t no more servant energy
we ain’t jammin’ no more gas, ain’t no more servin’ energy
we ain’t jammin’ no more gas, ain’t no more servin’ energy
we ain’t jammin’ no more gas, ain’t no more servin’ energy
[chorus: t4]
had to smash out on the ‘taz, they ain’t think i was gon’ do it
boy, you stupid if i’m mad, slide off through his sh+t and shoot it
fn+5+7’s hit hard, rell houdini like them [?]
luh wick clutchin’ on n+ggas out of chops, all my n+ggas sum shooters
and diamond season crackin’ down, i’m just prayin’ i can get through it
tell them people, “free my brothers, chase this paper, let’s get back to it”
n+ggas be high in the cap, they talkin’ ’bout that lil’ ass sh+t, knowin’ they ain’t even do it
big booty ram truck, 4×4, i be bouncin’ up in curves when i gotta get through it
had a crew shoot with the bird, d+mn gang go, we tried to lose ’em

- t4 lyrics

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