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tg crippy - no more heroes: red light freestyle lyrics

[intro: tg crippy]
grahh
gang
gang, gang, gang
every opp shot
grahh, (grahh, grahh, grahh,), grahh, grahh, grahh (yo jay how you feel about this one?)

[verse: tg crippy]
tg here, don’t run, don’t trip, yea i said it before, ima say it again
who that? in the benz, that look like a opp and we throw 1+10 (grahh, grahh, grahh, boom)
whoever that is i won’t see him again, send him up just to meet with his friend
and i just came home and i’m tweaking again, she like tg link up cause you know i’m with friends
she hit me up but never again, that b+tch is a thot she was never a 10
hop out, send shots, do it again, me and kenzo the real evil twins (grahh, grahh, grahh, grahh, boom)
smokin’ on notti, for the win that dumb little n+gga went out like a b+tch
you should’ve been totin’ yo knock on the train (what)
n+gga died, now dd got famе
dd just get of my d+ck, n+ggas don’t even know you, stop looking for clout you a lamе (you a little ass kid)
notti died, they ain’t let it flame (wtf)
caine died tryna get away (grahh, grahh)
and i said that i’m oyk in jb’s face and he ain’t do a thing
[?]
n+ggas be p+ssy, they keep it 1,000, and i do what i want and my money keep ballin’ (like what?, grahh, grahh, boom)
give a f+ck what you say, you look b+tt
n+ggas run when i pop out the cut
that n+gga dumb if you think i won’t up (like what?)
20 shots, 3 shots, hittin’ him up (they hittin’ him up)
like, off the liquor she eatin’ it up
like, off the perk, yea i’m beatin’ it up
n+ggas be dyin’, i’m keeping it tucked, i ain’t lacking for n0body, n+gga you dumb (lil’ n+gga you dumb)
yus got shot 3 times get back, lotti k he ain’t coming back
rah rah got shot in the back of the cab (like what?)
caine got tripped, got turned into a pack
[?] got slept in the whip, that’s a fact
like, how many n+ggas got turned into a pack
mezzy gang, yea this sh+t is forever
never lack, gotta keep a [buretta?]
he tried to first, so i shot threw the sweater
you never got back, how you got it together
n+gga, you better tie up your lace (wtf)
i ain’t sayin this sh+t for a race
when i slide to your block, don’t run, don’t trip, like, like, don’t fall on your face
like, every opp shot all them n+ggas is plates
[?]
doa, everything dead
he tried to run he got shot in his head
walkdown gang, n+ggas heard what i said
hop out the v, they fled
where the landt, sh+t dead, creep through the 8, with the sev
oh, y’all like 1 of they gangs go ahead, they ain’t never get back for they dead
speak up i ain’t hear what you said (like what)
she wanna link but i left her on read, and i gave her the d+ck, and she ran
mike amiri, be the pants, brown skin, nice body, gotta tan
in the foreign, used to be a van
walk around, i got fans, like look at my closet, couple bands (like what?, grahh, grahh)
them boys need to stop it, they just fans, know a couple n+ggas hating on they mans
it’s 5 on chops, they can’t stand a chance (like what)
know they hatin’ cause they see we up, n+ggas baby mothers’ wanna f+ck it up
i’m just walking round’ with my double cup (like what?)
mindin’ my business, that’s facts
like, f+ck all these b+tches, they wack (y’all wack)
why you tryna kiss me get back, baby girl i ain’t with allat’ (get back)
grahh
[outro]
gang
grahh, grahh
grahh, grahh

- tg crippy lyrics

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