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the hills - first lyrics

[hook: hill$ and trillo the 13th]
i need it by the first
or you gon see the worst
imma be the n-gg- that’s gon take you off this earth
you not safe in no church
only shoot when you on perks
leave yo -ss like ricky ‘ shotty pop off when i lurk
shoot until it’s empty ima put you on a shirt
shoot until it’s empty ima put you in the dirt
b-tch you bet not tempt me imma make sure you get murked
b-tch you bet not tempt me imma make sure you get murked

[verse 1: hill$]
i’m going for the k!ll
someone grab the wheel
hanging out the window nana clip about to peel
i’m bout it boy for real
you just had to f-ck with hill$
this fn and this choppa show you
you ain’t built like steel (foreal)
a snake in the gr-ss, you ain’t really in the field
fake since the past just like a rat that’s why you squeal (aye)
i been out here working got a legacy to build
i been out here servin’ gotta keep em vacuum sealed
when i see you at out in person we gon’ see who really real
might just make a movie you can call me steven spiel n-gg-
swerving while i’m servin’
gun barrel is burning
you get what they make
i get everything i’m earnin’
it’s never too late
cause a young n-gg- still learning
you know what i’m on
rocking saint lauren
always did you right
why the h-ll you do me wrong
guess it wasn’t in sight
i should’ve known it all along

[hook: hill$ and trillo the 13th]
i need it by the first
or you gon see the worst
i’m gon be the n-gg- that’s gon take you off this earth
you not safe in no church
only shoot when you on perks
leave yo -ss like ricky ‘ shotty pop off when i lurk
shoot until it’s empty ima put you on a shirt
shoot until it’s empty ima put you in the dirt
b-tch you best not tempt me imma make sure you get murked
b-tch you best not tempt me imma make sure you get murked

[verse 2: rawoo]
had an iphone had to switch it to a flip phone
got a bag coming you can tell by the ringtone
i can trade a hoe for a rack and a mink coat
watch ya mouth ’cause i don’t really like ya energy
i can’t f-ck a b-tch unless i see that she is ebony
i can’t f-ck with opps cause all of ’em unfriended me
i can’t express my pain so i’m smokin’ heavily
i can’t feel my face cause i just did some ecstasy
why you flexin’ on me you know i really do this
choppa send subliminals bullets got you clueless
rawoo 38 on me loaded feeling ruthless
gas pack on me stank and a triple got me booted
i coulda bought a benz i bought a business instead
all that hot boy flexin’ send attention to feds
on the road or at home trynna make me some bread
bust a cap at ya fitted or ya -ss nappy dread

[verse 3: trillo the 13th]
need a grave for all the dead faces in my pocket
coming at me wrong boy i’ll shoot you in your noggin
colt 45 n-gg- that’s my problem solver (solver)
we came from out trenches
yeah i get it out the mud
and they never showin’ love
it ain’t easy for a thug
now i’m running up
running up them bands
i been feeling like the man
know i’m fly like peter pan
took my brothers out the gym
know i get it how i can
love them, rubber bands
blue faces i don’t trip
imma zoe don’t call me slime
imma leave yo face ripped
boy you need to face it
imma leave you faceless

- the hills lyrics

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